Charmed Sight Unseen Novels & Stories

Stepping out of the car, in baggy sweats while covered in blood, sweat, and dirt has me looking like a real treat, as the hum of quiet whispers break out amongst the warriors. One phrase sticks out the most as, the warriors stare with shock, "her eyes," is sprinkled through the different conversations happening among them. Some looked at me with trepidation but most of the males looks at me like some trophy to win. Their lustful gaze making my skin itch, and my stomach feel unsettled. Something isn't right about this situation and Charity feels the same way, the men blocked from exiting the car.

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.

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—

" He was about to pat my shoulder when I saw a sly look in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand, shoved it against his chest, and fell to the ground with a grunt. Before I could even understand what was happening, Ruby slapped me. "Liam, are you out of your mind? Wilson was just trying to help, and you hit him?" She helped Wilson up, glaring at me the whole time. My face stung from the slap, and I was so angry I wanted to fight back. However, I then saw Wilson's smug look and realized that I had to stay calm.

She glanced at my stunned father and lowered her voice, whispering several quick words. The officer's expression hardened at once. He rose. "Mr. Somerset," he said slowly, his tone chillingly calm. "We need to go to the hospital right away. Your daughter has just admitted to some things." … The hospital corridor smelled sharply of disinfectant. Stella sat in a wheelchair. Her face remained pale and fragile, but a disturbing clarity had returned to her eyes. A nurse pushed her into a small interview room. The officer sat across from her and studied the thin girl carefully.

It wasn’t lust alone that burned in his eyes—it was devotion, a quiet kind of wonder. He pressed another kiss to the skin he’d uncovered, then let his hand wander lower, easing the fabric further until it fell away completely. Sophia’s cheeks flushed, but not from shame; it was the weight of being seen, truly seen. No mask of CEO composure, no armour of ambition—just Sophia, vulnerable and unguarded.

- Emory - The first light of dawn seeped softly through the windows, casting a pale glow across the room. I watched Alice sitting alone in the corner, wrapped in a blanket, watching the pack from the window, her face pale but contemplative. Her mind flickered with a thousand thoughts—haunted, determined, and somehow… transformed.

my voice was as firm as a rock. “Okay boss. We're almost home,” the driver alerted me. My fingers fiddled on the screen of my phone and I didn't know why I was so desperate to see her. I mean to reassure her that it's not what she really thinks. As my gaze roamed on her picture in my phone and her golden skin sparkling in my eyes like this is the first time I'm just acknowledging her intense beauty. Charlotte has the most beautiful eyes I have ever had but today I know they're filled with sorrow and bitterness.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”