Charmed Sight Unseen Novels & Stories

Now with a distinct sadistic and sinister smile, an eye appears in the center as its’s black core looks towards her and in seconds wraps her with its arms and drags her inside within its core. “I will bring you back.” Engulfed with the darkness as everything is shut in front of her darkness. She opens her eyes as she finds herself in a white void and is greeted with Chester’s smile of the pure black figure of a kid sitting in front of her. “Welcome to the gate of truth, my dear seer and 1st, Charmaine.” Sealing her fate as she gives up everything to achieve everything, she draws a smile as she whispers. “Shall we make a deal?”

Just that the young Carella was at the wrong place, at the wrong time and happened to score herself the admiration and respect of the peole in the force at the time that they had to seek her out again to help with a maniac who wouldn't negotiate with anyone that would see his face but also refused to negotiate if it wasn't in person. Carella was best for the job. It wasn't just her loss of sight that made her good at this kind of situations. It was the way she handeled herself. The way she did not panic or show fear. It was her ability to get people out unharmed even when people doubted that it was possible.

"The village elders arranged my marriage after my mother died. I had no family, no prospects. They saw it as charity." "Charity." Sebastian's voice was hard. "They married you to a stranger and called it charity." "It was normal. Practical. I had nothing to offer except myself." "You had everything to offer." Sebastian leaned forward. "You're intelligent, educated, strong. Any man would be lucky to have you as a wife." Alessia felt her cheeks heat. "You barely know me."

I trailed off for a moment before continuing, "Chiseled muscles that I really want to caress. If other methods didn't work, why not try a succubus' charm? "Most important…" I purred alluringly, "I can feel the endless charm that you carry." Even as the Darkness began to shudder, I brushed my finger over my lips as I spoke calmly, "As for my wish… I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I could hear the other Players gasping behind me, but I kept going, every word I spoke a poison seeping into his consciousness. "That includes hyperventilation, shudders, and blanked eyes as I lose myself again and again as I climax."

Bruce. I had no other option but to take up the charity topic. I never ever talk to people about the charity I do not anyone know about what charity I have done and where. I had to get down to this only for Anna I don't know how did she start to matter so much to me I was never this way before. The moment I said those words I saw Anna looking at me with no hopes that killed me from within. When will I get a chance to make her happy and make her look at me with some hope if not anything.

Fresh out of the shower, black hair tied into a bun, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, an old sweater, nothing else, and a hypnotizing glimmer in her eyes. “Hello Abby.” “Anthony…”

Every breath was tight in my chest as I waited, shoulders straight, fingers trembling at my sides. Footsteps echoed behind me. “Claire.” I stiffened, forcing my expression to remain calm. Turning slowly, I met his cold, calculating gaze. He smiled that practiced smile, the one that could charm kings and kill without leaving a mark. He didn’t see me. He saw Claire, his perfect, obedient daughter. I was anxious at first thinking nothing could ever go past him, but this time around, I guess I was wrong. Charles Sinclair is only but a human like the rest of us, and not some supernatural being I always looked at him as.

he muttered. A bright flash of light engulfed them. In an instant, they were gone. --- Back at Seth’s Home Unbeknownst to Charlene, a shimmer flickered in the corner of the room—a presence watching, waiting. Haroon, the same Fate who had tormented Seth and threatened Charlene, lingered unseen, his gaze locked onto her. Charlene, oblivious to the danger, turned back to her preparations. She smoothed out her travel tunic and examined the soft glow of her journeyer’s sigil on the fabric. A small, excited thrill ran through her. This was it. The path ahead felt inevitable, predestined.