Novel & Cerita Charmed Sight Unseen

Charm asked as she stared at Reiner’s stressful face from across the glass counter. Charm couldn’t help but giggle at the baffled and confused look that her childhood friend had on his face as he stared down at the large array of loose diamond stones and diamond rings that she had on display in her store. --To be continued…

Charlie's eyes lingered on Renee, a greedy, lustful glint flashing in his sinister eyes. I could feel the tension in the air. His gaze was enough to send chills down my spine. I looked like he was harboring sick intentions toward Renee. I immediately felt myself panic. I shielded Renee from his eyes at once, holding her tightly in my arms. I tried to keep my voice calm, but my palms were already clammy and sweating hard. "Oho. It's been so long since we met. Why are you acting like I'm a stranger to you?" Charlie asked me in his dark voice, an amused expression on his face.

Charle's sighed relaxing more into his cushioned chair, he still couldn't see what exactly why women trooped to that bastard to get their hearts broken. His eyes closed and then suddenly his vision was filled with strands of scralet that fell down a tall woman's shoulder. And he felt his heart squeeze so much that it was like it was going to explode. Darn the risks, he was going to do this. "Fine then," He said "But she will need emm...she was looking a little..." "Haggard and unkept..."Pascal said bluntly

Charlotte did not leave his hand and looked up to see the one Goddess sent for her rescue. The stranger was a young man seated beside her, his appearance was also unique just like his blood. White shoulder length straight hair, sharp jaw line, thin lips and his eyes: Silver eyes with black slits was a deadly combination, totally captivating. Their eyes met and Charlotte felt a jolt of electricity across her body. It was mainly due to his intense unfriendly gaze, his handsome face was annoyed at her ogling. Not to mention his evenly toned muscular bare body, which she didn’t gather enough guts to slip past his neckline.

From the dining room, Amelia’s soft laughter drifted upward. The entire atmosphere shifted whenever Amelia was present. People were drawn to her warmth, to the effortless charm she projected. Evelyn, by contrast, felt like something intangible, visible, yet never truly seen. “You look nervous.” She turned. Charlie stood behind her, composed as ever in a perfectly tailored suit, his expression unreadable. “I’m not nervous,” she replied. He studied her more closely than usual, his gaze lingering in a way that unsettled her. “You’ve barely looked at me these past few days,” he said.

my heart fell to the ground as the professor announced that she was future Crown Princess Charity, who was a vision of elegance, with her flowing midnight black hair cascading down her back and her cerulean eyes exuding both grace and charisma. I felt my heart race as I locked eyes with Alucard. A subtle but unmistakable smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed me amidst the crowd before quickly looking away. I quickly caught my heart when it almost dropped to the ground, not knowing what to do. As the royal couple approached, the room fell into a respectful silence. Alucard was a highly esteemed figure, and his presence demanded reverence. Charity, on the other hand, had a rep

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

No public spectacle. Just signatures. Witnesses. And silence. Seren wore white. Not extravagant. Not excessive. But perfect. Adrian stood beside her. Still. Unmoving. Every step of the process— executed flawlessly. Because that’s what they did. They made things work. Even when they shouldn’t. “Do you accept—” “Yes.” The answer came before the question finished. Because hesitation— would change nothing. Seren’s gaze softened as she looked at him. Not because she believed in the moment—

It was only beasts and men who saw any merit in it at all. A flash of colour and a movement between the trees arrested Charity’s attention. The sound of laughter high and carefree floated to her on the breeze. She paused, surprised that there should be anyone else in the area at this time of the afternoon. Perhaps a group of children were out checking snares for conies. Then she heard the laughter again. Definitely a woman. Soon after, she heard a man’s deep baritone and knew that she had stumbled on a lovers’ tryst. Slowly, taking care to move quietly and hold the folds of her gown against her legs, she advanced towards the source of the laughter.

I close my eyes and let the music take control, I don’t know how long I had my eyes close when I open them. There stood that girl Charmaine, the girl I met on my first day here. She stood there having lust in her eyes. I could see that she was wearing a tight v- neck shirt that had her breast push together from what I could see her chest looked like it could be between C, or D cup. What I really notice that she was wearing a short skirt showing her long legs. I could tell what this girl was about, and it seems she trying to seduce with me, but I’m going to play along with her game I remove my earbuds from my ears. “Hello Harlem, how are you?”