Charmed Barbas Novels & Stories

Charlie, one of Azazel’s bartenders, gives me a welcoming smile. Charlie is a gorgeous blonde with cornflower blue eyes, a small button nose, pouty lips, and legs that never end. However, that’s not the most poignant part of her. Her large, enhanced breasts definitely take center stage. She has expressed an interest in me before, but I could never reciprocate. I guess my beauty queen is the only girl that I want. Charlie leans across the bar, emphasizing her large cleavage, which is being held together by a tight red string cropped halter top. “Hey handsome, what brings you by?”

“I made you some coffee.” Grateful Elaina helped herself to a cup and sat at the table. As usual Charise was already dressed for work sporting black pants, a simple white shirt, and red apron. Her unruly brown hair piled atop her head. Charise worked as a barista at a local coffee bar on the strip, even though she didn’t need the money she insisted it made her feel a little more normal. Elaina had been confused by that, but Charise was different, she enjoyed the battle even took pleasure in it occasionally, but she also enjoyed acting like a normal woman in her early twenties.

I would most definitely be fucking her tight pussy, but first I would fuck her mind. The upscale bar with the red walls and golden booths created the perfect ambiance. It was like walking into a 1950's film, and Charli was the starlet. Every man's fantasy was my reality. I was ready to see if she followed directions as well in New York as she had in Del Mar. My jaw clenched as I approached the bar. Charli didn't see me. She couldn't with the men on either side of her. What the hell?

Tari asked softly, still staring at Barasa. Barasa took his time with the cigarette before replying. "You're not special," Barasa replied. Tari raised an eyebrow at him. "Felt like it," Barasa replied. Tari scoffed. "You don't look like the kind of guy who will jump into the ocean to save someone without wanting anything back. You are like the devil — give and get," Tari said, still staring at him. Barasa puffed out smoke and turned to her; their gazes locked and neither of them looked away.

He growls out as I watch my mate lower his head. I watch horrified as it dawns on me. She is his mate; poor Hascal has always kept himself pure. Following the old beliefs to save himself for his mate just like me. I step forward to stop him but am two seconds too late as I hear the words leave his mouth. “I Hascal Laurens, Beta of the Black Claw Pack reject you Char Sparrow as my Fated Mate.” I watch as Hascal’s whole body stiffens, and his eyes fill with pain. Hearing the gasp coming from my left side I look over at her and see the tears rolling down her face. “Accept it.” Hascal growls out in a soft voice as a sob leaves Char’s mouth. Shaking her head, she turns and runs away.

Rogue could see the last of her hesitation die out and smiled , knowing that the iron was hot he decided to strike it then and there. " So which one would you like to have ?" he said good naturedly . " I - the whitish grey one with black spot on his left eye " Well if the guy was feeling great about spending five thousand gold coins then she wasn't going to shy away , not to mention , it felt quite a suitable payment for him to buy that cuppiebara after embarrassing Leo like that . The cuppiebara , Chelsea pointed at was whitish gray with a serious case of heterochromia , as one of its yellow eye was completely different from its icy blue . It sat right at the end of the playpen, shivering w

No vital signs are present and Barima is grey and dull, withered beneath a very vibrant Seraphine. Sera sits straighter, back arching as she tilts her head back and hums to herself, still in her demon. Her long tongue flicks out to clean her face and a bad of drool rolls down her long neck and disappears into her cream blouse. Her hands run along her shoulders and chest sensually and a sigh emerges from her now clean lips. She rolls Barima over and sniffs her, perhaps searching for missed blood or lingering energy. Upon finding nothing, she stands and gingerly kicks the woman flinging her body half up onto the couch.

He'd just concluded on a deal with a client— a good way to end the week— and was now settled at a bar. His phone chimed and he checked. It was Abby. He stared at her text. ‘Busy tonight?’ He had a lot more going on and didn't need any distractions. His time for fun would come later. So, he ignored her text for the second time that day and ordered a double shot of martini. Smooth jazz music played over the stereos mounted on the walls. The dancers worked against the poles but that wasn't enough to distract him. On his third shot of martini, hopefully his last for the evening, two men approached the bar and placed their orders.