Charmed Morality Bites Novels & Stories

*Whatever you do, do not trust the man you married.* My hands shook so hard the phone almost slipped from my grip. I set it flat on the table, both palms pressed against the screen to hold it steady, and forced myself to keep reading. *I know how this sounds, coming from a dead man you trusted to warn you too late. But I need you to understand one thing before you decide I've lost my mind. This isn't jealousy, and it isn't paranoia. Weeks ago, I found money moving through the company that shouldn't exist. Accounts I never opened. Transfers I never approved. Someone inside Delaney Holdings has been building a plan in the dark, and I don't yet know how deep it runs.*

“But yes. I was the one who hired the hobo. Now, he’s cuckoo for sure, but he’s not completely out of his senses all the time, okay? So I gave him a buttload of money and dug a hole in the backyard clandestinely. Then, when you and Sam went out shopping, I opened the door to your room—and whoosh! That dumb dog bolted out excitedly! It ran to the backyard straight away. And then…” Deirdre pounced, her fingers clutching Charlene’s neck as tears rolled down her cheeks. “How could you?!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs. “Are you even human?! Bliss was just a dog! It was innocent—and you killed it!” Charlene was short of breath, but the glee in her eyes only burned brighter. “Y-Y-You’re… rig

I decided to move towards my seat with my head bowed as I made my way to my office. Behind me, Charlotte smiled proudly. There was no question of Emma escaping when she still had one shot for today to bring her to life. She was going to ruin her life. The teacher arrived a few minutes later and Charlotte smiled excitedly, relishing the next show. She knows this belligerent professor and his humiliating reactions very well, so of course she knows it will be fun to watch. “But what is this awful shitty smell like an assortment of spoiled eggs, rotting food, and dead animals… who wanted to do a bad trick and take such an abomination with him? »

Charlie had gotten used to her biting habit—it meant she was completely lost in the moment. Candice bit him again through his shirt, right over his chest. “I just want to bite you.” His strong hands slid along her shoulder blades. In a low, hoarse voice edged with pain, he muttered, “If you bite me to death, who’s going to make you happy?” “You’re a male demon,” she said, undoing his buttons one by one, looking up at him, “Demons are immortal.” “….” Charlie tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes.

He wanted to reach me desperately. He deliberately changed, from an adorable angel to this--- How should I call this? He was very different from the man who was sleeping earlier. "What is happening to you? Did you get bitten by a furry creature? That monster?" I asked him nervously. "Cut the crap! Are you the one they sent me? You can't entertain me like that, come near me." My eyebrows knitted. What? "Looks like you're going crazy," I said. Maybe he was bitten by a monster and it affected him.

I felt her body arch and smirked into her skin. She pulled me back up by my hair and brought my lips back to hers. She bit my bottom lip, and I moaned. She bit it again and smirked when she got the same reaction. She took one of my snake bites between her teeth and pulled gently. She knew what this did to me.

But I guess he trusted her because they all had one thing in common, they had all hurt their families in the worst way possible, they were bound by their sin against people they claimed to love. Esra emerged from behind her car with a bag of blood. “Catch!” She tossed the bag at my father. “Try it,” she nudged, mimicking Zamani’s stance. I watched as Papa punched a small hole with his fangs, and he drew a small amount of blood and paused for a moment. “What’s wrong, Captain?” Zamani spoke for the first time since the incident in the car, his tone was taunting. “It’s not like you wouldn’t be able to tell if the blood was tempered with.”

I clasped my hand around my mouth, there was no way I was going to do such evil even though I hated the fact that Arthur had a child. “I-i can't do that,” I cried out loud. The witch frowned, “It seems the truth serum is not completely at work in you. How can you say no to me?” Her eyes glinted dangerously. “The Alpha, even though she's a witch, I would never betray her. At least she's part werewolf and she knows what is important to us as a family.” The witch sneered, “How does a werewolf like you have such willpower? It's impossible!”

Bradford and Ashley ripped through the Bitten that came out of the forest. Bastion circled Bloodchild, “You have done enough! Stop this nonsense and agree to the terms of our treaty! You have no right to interfere with royal decisions. Out of your station and you will be out of MY REALM.” Bastion leapt at Bloodchild and slashed at his neck. He struck the skin and blood sprayed out.

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”