Novel & Cerita Charmed Morality Bites

In a desperate attempt to break free, I sank my teeth into Charly's arm with all my might, refusing to let go despite his struggles. "Ah! You're biting me!" Charly recoiled in pain, momentarily weakened by the intense bite. His grip loosened slightly, but he remained intent on subduing me.

“Don’t you dare do anything to embarrass me, Benjamin Harris. Or I swear to God I will skewer you with the heel of my shoe later.” “Sounds sexy,” I winked. Charlie shook her head at me and took a bite of pasta. I loved the way she closed her eyes as she savored the creamy buttery sauce. Some of it lingered on her upper lip, and had we been anywhere else but here, I would have licked it off.

’ he thought while slowly opening the door of the bathroom. Charlie walks down the dark hallway lifelessly while thinking of what Ivote had said to him. ‘What are they going to do to me if I failed?’ he thought as he turns to the right where he bumps into someone. He looks up and sees Damian who was looking at him. “Careful, it’s dark out here,” Damian said as he pats Charlie on his shoulder before walking past him. Charlie turns to look at Damian’s back as he walks away from his servant. Charlie who was filled with guilt that he accepted Ivote and Grey’s orders and even thought of betraying his kind master swallowed his shame and calls to Damian.

I've concluded she's beautiful with the brain cells of a cockroach when the light is turned on. I thought I knew for a fact that no woman would tolerate this behavior from her mate, no one would stay with a man that treats women like rag dolls, but I stand corrected. Everything about Luna Charity is making me question solidarity with women, especially now that she's bugging Camilla. There is a code of ethics to everything, even among criminals, it exists but here all codes are unethical, unruly and hell bound. “I still can't believe it's you, Alpha Adrian's luna.” Charity giggles, her head leaning more towards Camilla.

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."

I urged, my hands curling into a fist on my lap. “It's means you either have to mo–” “It didn't have to come to this, Alicia.” I heard Killian above me, his voice spitting mockery and his victory. “You may have won this round but I get to decide the visiting hours and the venues.” I said, my voice breaking under the pressure I felt within me. I expected a comeback, a response as cold as his facial expression but all I got was a chuckle. A dry chuckle that felt like a push of the knife that had already been lodged in my back came forth instead.

"We are not running a charity." I did not even attempt to beg. I had run out of that somewhere between the parking lot and the rope on my wrists. I had nothing left to beg with and no one there left to beg either. Besides, I knew they wouldn't spare me. Their minds were already made up. I sat straight in that chair while feeling something settle deep inside of me. It was not peaceful exactly. But it was close to it. The kind of stillness that comes with losing everything. The numbness that meant there was nothing left to be afraid of.

His voice was tight when he called out and I opened the door hesitantly, wary of the expression on Martin's face. "Valentine, take a seat." Martin gestured at the farthest one away from Eric. I spotted Rosette sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in her hands. She sent me a small smile when she saw me. Once I was sat, Martin began talking again. "Valentine, are you aware of the rules in our community?" "Uh… which ones?" "The one regarding biting." "It's against the rules for a Moroi to bite someone without their prior permission is probably the plainest way of saying it."

I said, still a bit startled, "but where did that come from?" Adam gently rubbed his warm hands up and down my arms, a tender gesture that made the chill in the air fade slightly. "You were bitten," he replied, his voice low and soothing. I pulled back suddenly, my real annoyance flaring. "What?" "Let me finish," he said, taking a small step closer, his seriousness cutting through the tension. "The bite didn't break the skin... You got lucky." His gaze dropped, evading mine as if he were wrestling with the gravity of what he was saying.

The silence that followed rang louder than any scream. I blinked. Tasha? Is that not the same girl I saw at the mall earlier? Josh didn’t move for a beat. Then, he let out a short, bitter laugh. A smirk tugged at his lips, but it was lifeless. "Tasha," he repeated, voice flat. I felt a coil of unease wrap around my gut. Mr. William’s expression was smug now, his tone triumphant. "Yes. And unlike some people, she knows how to carry herself. She's educated, sophisticated, trained in business. She’s not some... circus act parading through scandals."