Charmed Lives Novels & Stories

"Do you know how many times I tried to meet Ms. White? She always turned me down, but you managed to win her over!" His words made me feel even prouder. "Thanks to you, Kelvin. I couldn't have done it without you," I grinned. "Just don't forget me when you start making bank," he joked. "Of course not!" I replied with a laugh. Finally, the weekend arrived. Celia sent me her address, and I realized she lived in the same city, just about 12 miles away. I grabbed a cab and was there in no time. Her place was in a quiet, secluded area—a massive villa surrounded by lush greenery. The environment was peaceful and perfect for someone who could afford to live in luxury. I could not help but feel a pa

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.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

Or maybe just his. “Man, you are reckless as hell,” Nate laughed, tossing his cards down. “When do you even sleep?” Lou smirked. “He doesn’t. Too busy collecting women like trophies.” Damien leaned back, glass of whiskey in hand. “What can I say? Life’s meant to be lived.” I rolled my eyes, slicing cheese with more force than necessary. The blade thudded against the cutting board, sharp and satisfying. “Speaking of women…” Ryan drawled. “You got a live-in chef now? Fancy.”

I don't care about that, because right now what I'm thinking is that I can get out of the castle that is like a prison to me and avenge Helen Noel's evil deeds to me. "This is the new Mrs.'s residence," said Charlie, Jacob's right hand man who was assigned to take me to my new residence, in a luxurious penthouse in downtown Los Angeles. "Isn't this too much? I want to live in an ordinary place that isn't too flashy," I commented disapprovingly. “This is an order from the master himself, madam. And I'm sure you'll feel comfortable and safe living here,” Charlie persuaded. “Since when did that annoying guy care about me?” I hissed slightly annoyed.

he said sadly. “And why did you say that? Didn’t I promise you before that I’m never ever going to be taken away from you? You’re my one and only prince charming and whenever you need me just give me a call and I’ll always be there for you” she said. “They have a very strong bond” Zahra whispered to me. “Yeah I can see that” I said smiling and when Sarah saw us she asked “What are you two whispering to each other?” “Nothing” I said. “Sarah, I wanted to come to you yesterday but mom said that you were tired and should leave you alone. Were you sick? You shouldn’t be going out when you’re sick. You should stay in your bed and I’m going to get you medicine and make you a soup” Selim said. “Oh

“Right now, we need to unwind.” And just like that, the grief crashes over me again. Charlie. Meredith was right—she touched so many lives. Mine included. She made me feel welcome, like I belonged in these packs. And now she’s gone. I exhale a shaky breath and nod. “Let’s put on a movie. What’d you rent?” “Love Actually, Gladiator, and Meet the Parents,” Jamal calls out. “I love Meet the Parents! That movie is hysterical.” Gregory’s grin is infectious.

“They were childhood friends of Chelsea’s, but Cynthia and Olivia were always closer. We didn’t know their real plan for Charity or Elle until we were already here. Damon’s mother, threatening to turn us over to Red Saw if we dared run.” “Thank the Goddess they’re both worm food then,” I growl out, wishing they were alive so I can kill them myself. “Both are dead. Why haven’t you taken Charity and left?” “It seems the more we run from her destiny, the more we run right into it.” He sighs, a subtle smile on his lips. “She is a wonderful gamma, though.” Pride in his words, as he stands from the couch, with me following his actions. “She is,” I agree, my hand extending, in a peace offering and

“Are you alright? Take deep breaths if you don’t feel okay, honey,” Charlotte sits beside Charlene, handing her a glass of water. It has been two days since she arrived at their castle. She was called for the pact that will take place in the evening of this very day. Charlene is nervous. Her limbs are weak, and her hands tingle. Her tongue is itchy, and her stomach is twitchy. Charlene does not feel good. Not when she left the academy with not so very good note.

Charmine sat before him and, crossing her long legs and putting her hair back, proudly ordered, “Sign me up for some drama roles. Form a live-filming crew.” She had to move away for a period to detach herself from the outside world completely. She needed an opportunity and environment like this. Eric looked at her. “Okay.” Charmine always had a lot of resources to work with and invitations but had turned them all down because of Anthony. Now, as long as she wanted to, there were countless invitations for her to agree to! Within ten minutes, Eric already chose to sign her up for a show called, [Recovery.] This show was about a beautiful woman, a dark mogul who detested the world. A kind-heart