Charmed Sight Unseen Novels & Stories

Her lips were being sewed shut as I watched. Stitch after stitch. Then everything suddenly went black. It only lasted for a few seconds before lights suddenly blinded me. I raised my hand and shielded my eyes as much as I could. Slowly, the lights dimmed until I could see clearly. Charlene stood a few feet away, her tear-filled eyes accusing. Behind her, a man stood with his face hidden in the shadows. He laughed as he stepped forward, closer and closer to her. His laughter was cut off abruptly as he plunged a knife through her chest.

It was here, breathing, watching me with hungry, ancient eyes. I looked around at the other guests — some already lost in moaning, writhing bliss, others still negotiating with trembling voices and flushed cheeks. Then I turned back to Lucian, Elias, Seraphine, and the others who waited with predatory patience. My voice came out husky, barely above a whisper, yet perfectly clear: “I didn’t come here to watch.” I lifted my chin, deliberately baring more of my throat. “I came here to be devoured.” Lucian’s smile widened slowly, revealing the full, wicked length of his gleaming fangs.

They said my looks did not matter, a good heart was all they cared about. However, then there was Emma, always playing the sweetheart, bringing gifts, and tagging along to parties with Andrew's mom. I wanted to be part of that too. However, Andrew's mom just gave me a look that said, "Jessica, you really shouldn't show your face in public." Emma chimed in with her holier-than-thou attitude, "Don't take it to heart, Jessica. Mrs. Snyder's being blunt, but think about the kids and the VIPs at the party. What if you frighten them?"

She walks into the silent living room and looks around not to find Cruz until she looks through the glass door, her eyes meeting a figure, leaning into a car in a black tux, his eyes shut, with both hands in his pocket. Charvie, like always, found herself gulping, and her hands clammy. She stopped staring trying her best to not find herself looking at him or locking her gaze with him as she worked to the courtyard. “You're early,” Cruz said with his usual half yet charming smile on his lips, as he sized her from head to toe. His eyes darkened with unspoken hunger, as he stared at her milk-white cleavage which was visible through the purple dress. The corseted bodice of the dress cinched perf

I would spend however long it took learning to lie with them. Dinner was the test. Alexander home, Elara staying, the four of us and the girls around the table, and me in the middle of it performing a woman who couldn’t see the looks passing over her head. I felt them. Everyone. The glance he gave her when he thought I was facing the wrong way. Her hand brushed his as she passed the bread. The whole secret language of two people who believed they had a deaf, blind audience of one.

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.