Charmed Sight Unseen Novels & Stories

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They

Xena frowned, "Is she using her eyes to detect landmines?" Sophia chuckled, "Or maybe she's hunting for human traffickers!" Xena sent Charlene a message on her phone, "You look like you're investigating enemy territory. Your gaze should appear empty as if you're looking but not really seeing. “If someone makes eye contact with you, remember to smile, then after three seconds, casually withdraw and look away again." After reading the message, Charlene's state improved slightly, but her body and face still seemed a bit stiff. Fortunately, Charlene was beautiful enough.

Ten minutes later, Isaac sent several video clips to Charlie. These video clips were surveillance recordings from the airport arrival hall and the vicinity of Zachary’s stall in Antique Street. In these clips, Charlie saw Mr. Chardon’s appearance for the first time—a tall, lean, and robust elderly man in his sixties with an appearance that seemed otherworldly and looked extremely pleasing to the eye.

Charlie saw the pair of eyes, and his body shook. He hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, it's him! I recognize him because he has a scar on the left side of his eye. At the time, I noticed that there was something on his left eye, but I couldn't see it clearly. "Now, with this photo, I can see that it's a scar. His body shape and height are also a match!" After Charlie finished speaking, he immediately looked at Hudson.

Then there is your talent for being quiet and unobtrusive when we are with other people, which only adds to your air of mystique. ‘Mystique?’ Charley grimaced. "I’m just shy, you know that." "Except with me..." the sunlight glossed his dark hair as he sent her a grin. "... which is when another of your amazing talents puts in an appearance—the wildly passionate and sometimes downright provocative you, like you’re being now." "I am not being provocative!" Charley protested. "What would you call the way you are sitting there curled up in that seat like an innocent kitten when you know your skirt has ridden up to the tops of your thighs?"

Charlene was astonished at first, but she soon lost all interest. Thome and his crew were surrounded by a thick wall of people. Among the sea of faces, Thorne and his friends did not notice Charlene. Although Charlene appeared calm and polite, Stewart was aware of this. Under that serene appearance, Charlene was a formidable presence, bold in both her thoughts and her actions. Whether or not it was marketable, she would completely immerse herself in whatever caught her attention at work. She felt that until you give something a try, you can't tell how excellent it is. Love was no different.

Charlie! His brain was in overdrive as he saw him descend down and walking towards the crossing, Zero watched as he looked on his both sides and he waited there to ask Charlie to head back to Delhi as Maya had got his sniff and it'd be dangerous for him but the sudden intrusion from a harsh screech of tires pulled his attention towards the other side of the road.

“You’ll like it.” Charlene watches me for reassurance, pulling the box closer. She opens it and gasps in surprise; her cheeks flush as she looks up at me, her eyes widening with delight. It’s the first time I’ve seen her so openly accept being pampered, and it feels good. It feels like I’ve finally gotten it right.

said king Damien with a menacing smile . " I.........I am just watching . I am not doing anything else . Watching is not considered a crime . Plus , beautiful and handsome people or things are meant to be watched . " said Charlotte with a nervous tone but still trying to calm him down so that he could change his mind . ' When he looks at me like this , my body completely frozes , my throat gets blocked and I can't even utter a word . I don't know what to say . My mind literally becomes blank . Just like last time . Completely captivated....................I really hate this kind of effect that he has on me.............. ' thought Charlotte looking at his eyes .

And the sight makes my stomach turn colder than the draft. Besides her, Uncle Charles turns with more care. His small red eyes observe me though his round spectacles, the lenses catching torchlight in pale reflections that briefly hide his eyes. His face does not give as much away as hers, he was always better about controlling his emotions unlike his wife. But his stillness, that speaks. He looks… composed.