Charmed Series Novels & Stories

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

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.

"I never lied. Like I said—there's something special between us." Licking my lips, I turned toward the darkness again, my voice dripping with charm as I asked, "Second question… How big are you?" "24." The response was so quick it was as if I asked a safe question. Still, I grinned evilly. "That's not precise enough for me." As both Julian and Elara looked at me in confusion, completely confused as to what I was up to, I leaned my head to the side and winked at the darkness.

She stretched her hand to take Darby but Donovan slapped her hands off. “I have to discuss with my wife first, I don't do anything without her. But I will not let you take Darby away from here. You are a monster!” Donovan glared at her. “I will take her away if you don't pay me!” Charlene screamed. “Are you deaf? He said that he can not decide without his wife!” Jasmine walked in. She flipped her waist-length hair backward as she stepped in. She had grown her hair back. Charlene turned and saw Jasmine walk in. Immediately, she was intimidated. Jasmine looked hot. She was dressed in a gown that showed all of her figures, she was too pretty.

She had become so much in love with Rachel that she couldn't set her eyes off her. Charity would leave her window blinds halfway open so she would be forced to unconsciously watch Rachel go about her daily activities. That evening, Charity had just finished binge watching the six seasons of “the L word” for the one millionth time. That was an old series but it remained her comfort show since she was a fan of lesbian romance and thrillers. Charity heard Rachel's vehicle screech to a halt, rubbishy parked at the entrance to her garage. Rachel had walked out of her car, strutting grandiosely into her mansion.

My power is getting weaker with age and I am not as sharp as before. I looked at the woman who saved me earlier. My body glowed earlier and I think it's due to her power. She is a charmer, she gives luck. But regular charmers only give blessing. She is a special one and I am sure of that. I have lived for a hundred years in this world and I still haven't seen a charmer who can give both luck and strength to others. My conscience is eating me, I haven't been like this before. It is telling me to save this wounded girl. I was somehow captured by her beauty.

“I heard there’s a place just around the corner that has sprinkles the size of your thumb!” “Me! I want chocolate!” Kai squealed, his previous questions forgotten in an instant as he grabbed Zach’s hand. Kayla let out a small giggle and reached for Zach’s other hand, her little fingers disappearing into his palm as they prepared to head towards the exit. I stood there and watched them for a moment, feeling a strange mix of relief and sadness, and as I turned to follow them, my gaze accidentally drifted towards the far end of the hallway. Killian was standing by the glass doors, his hands in his pockets as he watched the scene unfold, I expected him to look away with that same cold indifferen

(Damon’s POV) It’s only been a few days since I last saw Charlotte, but it might as well be a century. I have lingered in this place long enough to keep Marquis off my back... or so I hoped. Persistent fella, that one. I wonder what she's doin' now, anyways. Probably asleep like a fuckin' Willie. I chuckle softly then feel the itch again.

“I’m sorry! He used his aura on me!” I gripped my pencil so hard it snapped. I had to close my eyes to hide them. There was so many identifying features to being a royal. I’ve learned to hide them all. The door opened as Jasmine and Waylon walked in. “Check out the world wide news! This is so exciting!” Jasmine flipped on the news. It was a human government channel. “Charlotte Peterson has embarked on undertaking a new government building. This will allow a conference place for all government amd private events in Canada. She current works at the Simpson Firm in New York City.” Jasmine turned off the television.

"My brother is a Filipino, I understand what you just said." "Too bad." "Hey! Ayoko na sayo." I hate you already. "Hmm, it sounded weird, coming from you." "Tch. I have an accent, thank you very much. Let's go inside, Cheeto." "Good idea, it's too cold." Megan opened the glass door and the small chimes decorating the frame made a tinkling sound. Their noses were immediately attacked by the welcoming smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and chocolate. She sighed in satisfaction.