Charmed Barbas Novels & Stories

Something to make the barbarian uncomfortable. That confused me though. Who is he to Mardichi that he cares about his opinion? 'Brother.' The recollection dawned on me immediately. But I realized just as fast how impractical that was. They look nothing alike. The barbarian was a great monster of a man. His shoulders nearly twice as wide as those of the other man who was tall and slender. I'd have thought him large before having seen Mardichi. *** "Sebastian." Mardichi sighed in defeat as he watched the other man pressing past him to enter the hut.

The mood had instantly lifted, and even Flynn joined in with the singing. "Come on, let’s show them what we got." Charlene whispered, motioning with her eyes at Barbara who was dancing directly in front of Theon. He was sitting back on the chair, his face as passive ever, a sexy pout on his face, his left ankle resting on his right knee. He was only one who hadn’t joined in with everyone’s enthusiasm. I placed my empty tankard down, letting Charlene pull me up as she began dancing. Compared to her and Barbara, I was shorter, but I didn’t let it bother me. I swayed my body to the music.

“You’ve the lips and tongue of a Jezebel. Ah, you’d best stop soon, or I‘ll spend in your mouth and be of no manly use to you.’ Mary sat up. Her lace cap was askew and her dark hair stuck out all around her pretty face. Her cheeks were pink and her mouth swollen with kisses. Charity was doubly amazed. In church every Sunday, Mary Barber sat next to her minister husband, her small mouth clenched sourly and a severe expression on her face. Charity had never seen her wearing anything other than high-necked black gowns, trimmed sparsely with white, and her hair stuffed - completely under a plain linen coif.

He was handsome, chiselled and charismatic. How the hell was this the Demon Lord Basille? As the fiery red amber eyes turned to regard Ruben one eyebrow raised as his eyes widened ever so slightly. “Lord Basille?” Ruben had to ask. The condescending smirk widened slightly. “Are you surprised by my appearance?” His voice was a smooth baritone. Ruben couldn’t help but nod. “I am rather…”

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer got back to whatever he was doing as he asked Barbas the reason behind his panic. "My Lord! I am terrified to tell you that our special guest has run away from the pits of hell." Barbas replied to Lucifer's question in a low but terrified tone. For a moment, Lucifer couldn't figure out which guest Barbas was talking about. Until his mind took him towards the incident that happened a few months ago, according to the timeline of hell. Lucifer turned around with a small smile on his face. Although it was not the time for him to be smiling, he still couldn't say if Barbas was actually joking or if he was telling the truth.

It was easy to see who had been in battle before, and it put me at ease knowing that they weren't concerned. They had either accepted their fate or trusted their king to lead them to victory. I scanned over a group of familiar barbarians. They wore their weapons with pride, and Charlie sat beside Damien as she chewed on a stick of dried meat with a smile as she chuckled with her team. I wondered what her life was like when she was on her adventures, but seeing her now, she seemed more comfortable than ever.

I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my macaroni from dinner in if I stumble on Christian and Heather making out and I can’t promise that I would not be tempted to punch Heather in the face either. “Oh, there’s a fire pit too. I bet they are roasting marshmallows. I will join them later I need to get a drink,” Charlie said. Without warning, she took my hand and pulled me towards the bar where a real bartender, not a student, was mixing drinks. Charlie ordered a drink and I got soda on ice for myself.

Instead, he examined her with a light smirk on his lips, while she kept her gaze down. "And I'll be with the kids all night." Gerardo steps forward. "We'll stay in your sight until we get back home." Alessandro nods in approval, then feeds me some more food. Charlotte turns her attention to Apricot, who has been completely silent throughout the meal. "I almost forgot about the fake Malibu Barbie." Camillo, she says before laughing. "I'd like to ask you a question." Charlotte looks to Alessandro, who raises an eyebrow and silently tells her to ask the question she wanted to ask.

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

Veera said. “Very interesting. It turns out that besides being beautiful, you are also very smart,” said Charlos with a red face, indicating that he liked Veera. Danial looked sharply at Charlos. When his younger siblings were with Dan, he would not let anyone flirt or try to get close to his brother. Feeling uncomfortable and creeped out by Dan's stare, Charlos cleared his throat and tried to focus on his meal. The main course is now being served, and Barnet invited everyone to enjoy it with rabbit meat as a base. Veera didn't really like rabbit meat.