Charmed Comic Online Novels & Stories

Damien crumpled to the floor, blood trickling from his lip. He didn't fight back. He just stayed on his knees, looking up at me. "Elara, tell them!" His voice was pleading. "Tell them you love me! Tell them you don't want to marry him!" I stared down at the man on the floor. The king of Chicago's underworld. Now, just a dog on his knees. "Who are you to me?" I asked. My voice was so calm it surprised even me. Damien stared, confused. "Are you my husband?" I held up my left hand. The Moretti diamond glittered in the light. "Did you ever promise me anything? Did you ever protect me?"

He sent me the group invite and said, "Click this link to join. It's not too crowded yet, so you'd better hurry." "Come on, man. You're not messing with me, are you? I've seen these groups before. They're just spammy junk." "Trust me, this one's legit." Kevin opened the chat and showed me. A user named 'Celia White' had just sent a link to the group. Kevin tapped it, and bam—300 dollars cash gift! "See? I wasn't lying. Hurry up and join; there's more!" he urged. I could not resist; I clicked the link and joined the group.

He muttered pointing to his girlfriend. "Phew! Tsk! Tsk!" Remona burst into real laughter at his words, then wondered who he took her for. Does he think she is a pushover and will easily let him off because if his brown eyes glared at her, a resounding was heard around the restaurant? "Do you take for a fool? Do you think I don't have evidence to prove my point or what? I can't believe you are this shameless and despicable, you irritate me." Remona mumbled glaring at him with hateful eyes, "I know all about the tattoo on your chest, not oy that I also know the moles on your body." She added trying to prove her point.

Edward said as he stood looking at the two company employees in what looked like a love scene. "Dad, they seem like a perfect match," Carver said to Edward. "What? No-no... that will never happen!" Secretary Cheri freed herself from the hands that were holding her body. "Get away from me, Manager Joan!" Manager Joan said. "I believe we are meant to be, Secretary Cheri. Just like Young Master Carver said." Cheri's secretary dusted her arm. "That can't happen in my lifetime! I'm too young and too beautiful to be the wife of an old man like you!"

she told Gena. "Okay." Gena was occupied with her own adventure over the smiling Harry who was now talking. Claire smiled knowingly. She could tell the Asian was smitten. "And you should put your Asian charms into use if you want to capture the black chocolate," she whispered to Gena, teasing her. "Well, that is if he's available . . . unlike some manwhore I know." Now she glared gravely at Ryan, who was smiling at something Doris had just said.

The people responded in agreement. “Let us kill them all! No one of them shall live in this world! If we will let them live, we will die!” “This is urgent, so we should kill them by next week, to cleanse our society, of the devilish acts. We should shun all kinds of evils. The werewolves, who are half-dogs, are a product of the devil, they are only disguised as humans. They are not humans, but just look like us. I have a business trip this week, so it should be scheduled next week.” Lord Avide is holding a scroll with his schedules listed in it.

Valencia replied with an apologetic smile. She swift her eyes back at the frightened girl and said, “I’m really sorry you have to hear those, But if you need a therapist after this, you could visit Dr Ana Verlice, just mention my name and you’ll get a 40% discount.” She scurried to the door and left the store leaving the poor traumatized girl in her spot.

"System failure! Critical core modules not found!" The investors flew into a rage. "This is your so-called top-tier technology? You dare try to scam us with an empty shell? Get ready to pay the penalty for breach of contract!" The business tycoons stormed out. Jessica slumped in her chair, her face completely drained of color. "What happened? Didn't you say you fixed it?" Ronald stammered, "Jess, I… I got scammed by that freelance team…" Beside herself with rage, Jessica slapped him. "Useless!"

I murmured, a soft smile spreading across my face. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of what had just happened replayed automatically, like a film loop. I couldn't lie to myself. Beneath all the hatred, the resentment, and the burning desire to bring him down, a confession whispered from the quietest corner of my mind. "This is crazy. Absolute madness. What was I doing in his room? I actually let myself get charmed, completely carried away. Damn it."

“Fair. But also he’s a walking magical encyclopedia. And I’m tired.” “Fine,” Cheyenne said with a sigh. “But I’m calling dibs on popcorn duty if this turns into one of his classic cryptic lectures.” “Deal.” Twenty Minutes Later… Charlie arrived in a shimmer of gold and smoke, stepping through the protective wards like they were silk curtains. He was dressed in his usual charcoal robes, long silver hair tied back at the nape of his neck, and a calm expression that never boded well. “Well,” he said, taking in the room with a slow glance. “Either someone found a new prophecy, or you accidentally opened a portal to the underworld again.”