Charmed Sight Unseen Novels & Stories

Thankfully, no other desperate women approach me. Dishonorable man number one finds his way to Charlie within a matter of minutes. My ears perk up in the effort of listening to the conversation. Invisible shakes of my head due to confusion at the comment about lucky charms for breakfast is the least of my concerns. Unwillingly, my thoughts on how delicious she does look corrupt me. When the second man comes up to her, two sharp points protrude into my lower lip. The possessive creature slumbering inside is finding its way to the surface. Being in a dark secluded corner always works in my benefit.

Charlie an unencumbered eyeful. Pretending be admiring myself in the mirror next to the window, I ran my hands over my tits, grabbing them up from underneath and brushed my hands over my hard nipples. As I turned to saunter away from the window, I checked out of the corner of my eye just in time to see Mr. Charlie swallowing hard and shaking his head as if to get his brain to corroborate with what his eyes had just seen. My trap was set.

FLASHING NEON LIGHTS CAST AN OTHERWORLDLY GLOW UPON A CONGREGATION OF YOUNG WOMEN, THEIR LAUGHTER AND VOICES RESONATING THROUGH THE ROOM. IN THE CENTER OF IT ALL, WEARING A SMUG AND SELF-ASSURED GRIN, WAS CHARLIE. DRESSED IN A SHARP SUIT, HE MOVED WITH CONFIDENCE AMONG THE CROWD OF WOMEN WHO SEEMED ENTRANCED BY HIS PRESENCE. HIS DEMEANOR WAS THAT OF A MAN WHO REVELED IN THE ATTENTION AND DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES. SAMANTHA'S HEART SANK AS SHE

In my third year as a blind massage therapist, Henry Young took his employees on a company retreat. By sheer coincidence, he ended up booking me. When he saw me, he remained perfectly composed, so much so that even his breathing did not falter. I served him the same way I treated every other client. Then his phone rang. My hands paused for a moment as my own voice, young and girlish, came through his phone speaker. His employees immediately started teasing him. Henry simply explained in a gentle voice, “My wife recorded that when she was young and didn’t know any better.” Just as he was leaving, Henry suddenly turned around. “Anya Walt, I’ve never forgotten you. “Are you really goi

No arguing. We also watched a movie. To decide which movie we did some rock, paper, scissors, the best way to decide, and I won. So, I wanted to watch Charlie's Angels (the new one of course). I mean it's a good movie for everyone right? It's funny and there is action. We once again went to bed early, so I could have enough rest for tomorrow. Ashton and Josh also gave a small explanation about what to expect. Ashton told me once again he would not leave my sight and that everything would be alright. Well, he is my mate, and he is the Alpha so he would not lie right?

I took her hand in mine and pulled a chair closer to mine. " No sweetheart, I want to marry a girl who slapped me on our first meeting. She is beautiful and feisty who is ready to fight with a stranger for her friend. She captured my heart on the very first day we met. She is sweet, cute, talented, cultured and has good values. On top of that, she can cook well and even make laddoes for me." I said looking into her eyes. Her expression softened with every word of mine. I could see that she was blushing.

said another. Charmine ignored the comments being said and easily reached out for the first piece of strawberry. She plucked the tiny red flower out of the strawberry and prepared to take a bite. However, she suddenly felt a strange sensation like she was being observed closely. Lifting her gaze, she saw Tiffany sitting in a corner, smiling like a cat that had gotten the cream as she watched Charmine with gleeful anticipation.

She simply stood, her head tilted, listening to the room below as if it were a symphony of insects. A wave of startled whispers rippled through the hall. “The Vellaro girl…” “She’s blind?” “What is she doing here?” Rose, standing at the foot of the stairs, looked up at her, her beautiful face contorted with a hatred so pure it was almost admirable. Seraphina, sensing the focus of attention, turned her head slightly. She couldn’t see the venom in Rose’s stare, but she could undoubtedly feel it. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. It was not a smile of joy or triumph. It was a smile of acknowledgment. The smile of a queen recognizing a courtier’s petty jealousy.

He had put his heart into it, and he needed everything to be perfect. Behind him, he heard the soft shuffle of slippers on the tiled floor. When he turned, Charlene was leaning casually against the doorframe, her arms folded, the length of her robe pooling around her feet. Her silver hair was pulled back loosely, and her kind eyes widened in amazement as she watched him. “Now, this is a sight I haven’t witnessed in a long time.” She said with a smile. “Yeah. Guess I’m a little out of touch.”