Charmed Novels & Stories

Bella's POV I woke up this morning with my alarm clock blaring in my ears. I moved my hand sleepy towards it and switched it off. I stretched and began humming to myself as I climbed out of bed. I walked to my vanity and applied minimal make-up to my face. I decided to go with a full on black outfit and settled with a black tank top and black skinny jeans, with my black vintage vans. The only thing that wasn't black was obviously my hair and the vintage sunglasses I put on my head. I did my blonde hair into a messy bun and headed to the kitchen. Everyone was there, my mother, father and brother. I pecked them all on the cheeks and quickly grabbed the toast out of the toaster and spread jam o

 |The enthralling Casanova | "Wet already, darling?" The heavy breaths of a woman against his ears stretched a smug smirk across his plump damp lips. He didn't have to do a thing. He didn't do anything but still, she was squirming on his lap. Just his callous fingers slyly stroking the milky skin of her thigh, lips grazing over her collar bones and that was all needed to hypnotize her in his charm. Her breath quickened, her grip around his neck compressed, just the way he wanted.

She doesn't want to put her in a difficult situation. "And, what do you mean by human like you? Aren't you Encantadas?" "Technically we're not Engcantados, we are a local Islander, they lured us inside here. We can't anymore go back to the Island because we ate the black rice. That black rice will enchant you forever. Once you eat it, you can never return," she holds her hands while shaking. "Young miss, save yourself from here" her last words while she runs back to the kitchen.

She muttered her dark black eyes glaring at him. The doctor let go of her hand in fear, he stepped back and decided to seat calmly without speaking to her. He could feel the glares of the guards stationed in various positions in the room, he wondered what type of young lady she was given her gentle outlook but her character was fierce. "Tell me, when will the result be here? Tell me if am dying already... I need to know that much at least." Remona screamed at Fred (the doctor.) "Ma'am we are sorry for the inconvenience, but our testing machine has a slight problem. But your test results will be here in less than 10 minutes" Fred muttered glancing at his watch.

the pretty clerk said with a sweet smile. "Thank you Charlotte, I am very grateful," Sharlynn said. After the clerk named Charlotte went inside, Sharlynn decided to wait on the sofa in the corner of the store. Thirty minutes later, Charlotte came out and called Sharlynn. "We can only give you 17,000 euros. I asked for more, but they kept the price the same," Charlotte said with a disappointed look on her face. "It's okay. It's a fantastic price for what I need for a few months," Sharlynn replied happily.

It hurts but can only be felt. "Is it a sin to love a much older man? Why does everyone despise me?" she said with tears. "Mr. Dion shouldn't have said that. Savira is now your wife. Mas Dion should have loved, not despised." Dion smiled slyly. "What do you know about her? That woman just took Daddy from us, Hen. She only wants treasure nothing more than that." "Not everything that looks bad is bad. Sometimes what is good in front of it stabs in the back."

“It’s been so long since I last saw you. You look… better. Happier. You carry yourself well. I’m grateful for that and I’m truly thankful for that. I imagine it’s because of your wife’s care. Speaking of which, where is she?” Arnav offered only a slight bow in acknowledgment, no joy in his expression even though his mother had praised him after so long. His handsome features looked weary, showing the disappointment he felt toward the world. His face remained calm, carved from stone. Still, a faint smile filled with arrogance and pretense rested elegantly on his lips with unapologetically mocking, as though daring them to keep pretending they belonged here. “I suppose you’ve already guessed,”

Jack leaned closer to Charlotte's face and inquired, “You can trust me, Charlotte. I wouldn’t hurt you or do anything to wrong you. I will always treat you right and make you feel like the woman you’re supposed to feel. I will bring you great pleasure and satisfy all your sèxual fantasies. Please say yes to me and allow me to pleasure you, to mark you as my mate?” Charlotte’s jaw dropped as she looked at the handsome man who was an inch away from kissing her lips. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. As she shut her eyes to give him her response, she remembered all the lonely nights she had lain on her bed alone in the master’s bedroom of Teddy’s mansion, blaming the Moon Goddess for giv

BRUCE Charlotta was a puzzle I couldn’t stop trying to solve. She sat across from me at the restaurant, her red lipstick catching the light as she sipped her water, her eyes darting between the twins’ banter and the harbor view. She played the part of the perfect secretary flawlessly—organized, poised, quick with a smile—but there was something beneath it all, a shadow that kept me on edge. I’d told Harley last night I couldn’t pin it down, but it was there, like a whisper I couldn’t quite hear.

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?"