Charmed Novels & Stories

The fabric clung to her body, outlining every delicate curve, and his heartbeat surged. Fuck, she didn’t even seem aware of how breathtaking she looked. Eyes closed, lips parted.........she was both angel and sin. And he found himself unable to look away. Like a devotee to his goddess, he watched her unblinkingly as she lured him deeper into the spell of her charm.

She sent a smile at him before she pushed the door, however, she failed to heed the red hue creeping on his cheeks after turning her back against the car and walking towards the store. Valencia pushes the glassed door and a chiming bell rang in her ears as it echoes in the semi-busy shop, “Good Morning Madam, Welcome to Urban Café! Is there anything you would like to order?” a short woman with red-coloured tips wearing a brown beret hat appeared beside her with an affiliative smile. Valencia grins in return “Yes I would like to order a take-out.” The girl took out a paper and a pen from her apron pocket hoisted on her hips, “2 corn muffins, 3 cinnamon buns and an Americano, please”

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

"But I just wanted to check if you're okay so I'm here. I don't mean to... you know." It's just so awkward I don't know how to deal with the situation. He then stood up from his seat. "I gotta go. Get well soon, Jasmine." I heard the chair move, and the next thing I knew he was already gone, and I felt a foreign feeling. Why does being called Jasmine by him hurt?

[Charmane POV] “H-hi. Good evening, ”I greeted them while my eyes were set only on my boss. But I immediately withdrew because I was really confused. I feel like ice cream that melts the way he stared. "Oh, hi, lady, good evening," his companion greeted. “Ahm, by the way, this is Charmane. Charm, this is Greg Ferrer, the owner of this house.” Oh, he is Greg? The luck of the girlfriend to this person.

I stammered, unable to believe that he had already become the Alpha just a few hours after his father’s death. If there was something I knew, it was that Charde wasn’t yet prepared mentally for that position. Yes, he was strong, agile and talented in combat, able to fling heavily built men on their backs with just one arm. But that wasn’t all there was to it. He easily got sentimental, manipulated, and I could swear someone was pulling the strings on him. “Now, are you willing to tell me who you work for?” Charde sneered, “that’s the only thing that could make me reconsider executing you. Spill it now or consider yourself dead by tomorrow.”

Cheerleader confidence rolled off her in waves while the bright firelight flickered across her long blonde hair. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” Charity added smoothly, glancing between me and Harmony as she adjusted her knit scarf. “More like...welcome to the experience.” The experience. Fantastic. That sounded incredibly, emotionally threatening. Harmony crossed her arms loosely over her chest, stepping boldly into the space between us. “You say that like Takoda Blackwell is a natural disaster.” Charity laughed softly, shaking her head as her silver earrings caught the light. “Close enough.”

“I managed to retrieve the sword. I hope Mr. Cherny can keep your promise and give me the red wolf bones.” Her voice was unperturbed as she exuded a powerful temperament. This look of hers was similar to Charlie’s… Hugh and Phil exchanged glances. They found it hard to believe. The Charmine they looked down on was, in fact, the Charlie they praised? How…unbelievable! Seeing that they did not believe her, Charmine used a man’s voice to speak, “I’ve other things to do. Please examine the sword.” The voice was Charlie’s! It was a man’s voice!

"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

I shooed her away, assuring her that I did know how to work them and sat at the one located farthest from the door. She had said before that Aro had put a lot of work into cataloguing various information about our kind, from our laws to our myths. I began quickly typing any buzz words I could think of that might retrieve documents related to fated mates. I searched for what felt like hours, becoming increasingly frustrated that nothing I entered brought up anything useful about breaking our bond. I decided I would try one last link under my current search term, 'broken bond', and was stunned at what was on the screen before me.