Charmed Lives Novels & Stories

"Darling sister... he isn't a pirate. He got away from this... life and made something of it! You- you can get away from this! He's already accepted and-" I fill up with even more absolute rage. Already accepted!? What!? "Are you mad? I don't even know him! I danced with him once! He's a pig Nate! He's probably slept will hundreds of girls and left half of them pregnant and alone! And what is this nonsense about 'getting away from this life'? Its our life! Ours! I love it! What has you thinking this way?" I cry out in aguish. "Besides.. he didn't ask me." I pout. "Charlie! I am shocked at your language! But please, can you let me finish?" Still pouting I nod and a sad smile is plastered on h

Charlotte began to insinuate herself to him, since she wanted to abandon the life she was leading, she wanted to close that cycle in which there was only abuse, insults and shouting, she saw Dante alone and walked to where he was. When he gets to where Dante Garcia is, he sits down next to him and very attractively says: "Hi Dante! How have you been.'' After saying that, he brought his hand to this man's leg. When Dante felt the hand on his leg and heard the female voice, he turned around to see who it was, and it was none other than Charlotte, the easy girl of the high school, he was very happy because she had arrived and told her: ''Hi beautiful! How have you been?''

Jean despaired. “I never stopped coming here, this place has the best Indian food, you remember?” Naveen answered. “I didn’t expect to meet you here.” “What’s happening here?” Jean asked angrily. “Forgive my manners,” Naveen said. “I’m Naveen Patel.” “Jean Chibesa,” Jean extended his arm.“How do you know my fiance?” He asked inquiringly. “Jean!” Erica yelled.

I took in every angle of the wide spaced living room with a soft smile on my face and a glass of champagne that I took from a server that passed by. Everything was going well, or at least I thought so. I was busy using my eyes to try and locate the very man that invited me in the first place, until my eyes landed on the set of spiral stairs that Charlotte had performed her ultimate play and pushed me to take a decision that changed my life forever.

Aiden’s POV The laptop keys kept clicking under my fingers as I scrolled hard and fast, reading every single line on the screen like my life depended on it. Isabella Schneider. Only child. Born and raised in Germany. Married but currently a widow. One child. Wealthy background. Married into serious money. Old money type. The kind that does not show off but controls things quietly. Her husband was a powerful German businessman with deep political ties. Everything about her screamed foreign. Nothing about her said New York. And yet, here she was. Living here. Starting fresh. Acting like a woman with nothing to hide even though I had a growing feeling that she does.

"Milady, uhm… would you like to eat in the terrace again? Something important came up suddenly so His Highness cannot join you." Elijah who was assigned to Roselle as her Butler was hesitant in his suggestion, sounding apologetic as he explained the dining arrangement to Roselle. The Butler was also a Werewolf but Roselle had gotten used to everyone of them. It was just a week that they got to Dacria that Roselle found this place more comfortable and the Werewolves here doesn't look like monsters she and every human calls them.

"Not if my life depended on it." But Beth looks askance at us, then sashays across to Charlotte, saying something quiet. After a moment, Charlotte raises a hand to her mouth, turns and stares at where Chad is landing a blow that would fell a rhino. We must have missed Michael's punch on him because blood is flowing freely down his face, leaving a trail of droplets on the mats. Both men are running with sweat, red-faced and heaving. The doors swing open again and a stranger enters. Slim and with Latino good looks, he says, "Excuse me, but I'm looking for Charles. Is he...?" Then his eye follows our pointing fingers and his mouth falls open. "What the hell is he doing?"

The officiant passionately recited the wedding vows. Just as I was about to say, 'I do', a shrill voice suddenly rang out. "I object!" Everyone turned around in shock to see an emaciated woman rushing onto the stage barefoot. "I'm your wife! How dare you marry another woman?!" Seeing her frenzied state, I immediately positioned Sarah behind me and mocked Lisa without courtesy, "I'm impressed you still remember we were married. Unfortunately, you were too blind to see what you had. You threw away something valuable for worthless trash.

Jake “You sure she’s one of ours?” Weasel asked. “Yeah, her name’s Charity. She worked at the club,” Jake answered him. They stood inside Charity’s house on Samuel Boulevard in Shillington, the house she shared with a roommate. Blood streaks marred the white walls and droplets showed how Charity had tried to run to her bedroom. “It looks like a fucking butchery,” K-9 mused. “The house is ransacked, but this wasn’t a robbery gone bad,” Jake said.

But now, she'd started streaming again, and Jasper was sitting right beside her! The stream was advertised as the debut of a scion, which attracted a lot of young women. After all, Jasper still had some recognition back in Amveris. But no amount of beauty filters could hide his exhaustion. He looked painfully out of place, stiff and awkward in front of the camera. Coco kept nudging him with her elbow, and only then did he manage to mumble a few words, barely louder than a whisper. The comments kept rolling in during the live stream. "Smile for us, Mr. Swanson!"