Charmed Tempus Novels & Stories

The morning was fully here, but inside Room 607, time didn’t exist. The air was thick and heavy, smelling like vanilla oil, sweat, and the raw scent of two people who had spent the last twelve hours exploring every inch of each other. I was still lying on the white rug, my skin glistening and my hair a tangled mess. Marcus stood up and looked at me. He looked like a king who had won a long war.

In the study, Julian was holding an old tome up high. "I found it! It's a book on the Lord of the Manor!" As everyone quickly gathered around him, Julian read aloud, "His name is Morpheus, and he loves to drink Stardust Wine under the full moon, which clears his mind and gives him a good night's sleep." "Anything else?" Cassian pressed urgently. "He likes to collect old star charts and harp music during rainy nights," Julian replied. "There's also records about his dislikes…"

His birth story spread to Octsiam when he was still learning about infernal magic, his story could be considered a cliché of the supernatural world. His mother, Irina Ambrose, came from an extremely religious family; her grandfather was a strict and extremist man; Irina was his youngest daughter; she was the person who had the most attention from her grandfather; he didn't even know if he could call her Charlie Ambrose's grandfather; his mother was only 17 years old when she met the incubus Dimitri; he was posing as a human at that time, which was just a night of sex and fun; he brought her a son. We can't tell you how horrible her father's reaction was when he discovered that his youngest d

Then: “I’ll clear the room.” Serena arrived at the foundation offices precisely at eight. She wore charcoal this time. Sharp. Unadorned. The look of someone prepared to be taken seriously, not admired. Her assistant followed two steps behind, already whispering updates. “The board’s restless,” he murmured. “Adrian hasn’t approved the release yet.” Serena smiled faintly. “He will.” “And Clara?” Serena’s eyes flicked toward the elevator. “She’ll disappear. They always do.”

"Ten Minutes. You will have only ten minutes to conclude this marriage ceremony. If you take a single minute more, you will meet your God in that very moment, priest." "But marriage doesn't happen in ten minutes…" the official said bravely. Titus pointed the gun at his temple, making its cold barrel touch his skin. He shrieked in fear. "This marriage will happen in ten minutes if you want to live." Titus said while Viso fixed him with a cold stare. The officiant joined his hands at Viso, "Ten minutes.. It will happen in ten minutes." Viso smiled at the official and the smile put him on edge as he started the ceremony pitying Isabel. He knew the poor girl could never be happy with a psychotic

No one was listening to them; all were caught up in a boyhood anecdote Fallon was sharing. Urseya set down her chopsticks, laying them across her plate to signal that she was finished. A servant immediately collected her plate, and Urseya waited until she was done to continue. “The charmers I have heard tales of are not known for their fidelity. Why take only one lover when one can have the adoration of hundreds...as well as the gifts.” He answered carefully, being certain to keep his voice low. Jasmine would certainly never hear it. “And you fear she would betray me?”

“Sir, are you okay? You looked a little distant back there.” He nodded slowly, his lips pressed together. “Yes, I'm fine. What did Mr.Devan say?” He asked. “He hasn't said anything but with the way the meeting played out, I doubt we'll be able to get him to sign a contract with us,” she replied. His mood deteriorated even more. How bad could his day be? He wondered, running his fingers through his hair.. Aimee stared at him, surprised yet concerned. She'd worked for Wells&co for a little over six years, and Anthony had never been this disoriented. .

Ash nods, “We’d be glad to have you, as long as you can be spared.” He nods, “Charlie can run things here, and if anyone has an issue with it, I’ll deal with them when we get back, or Eliza will.” They nod, smirking. “What even is the time now?” He grabs his tablet, and checks it. “Hmm, five am.” He taps his fingers against his tablet, “I’ll go and talk to Merlin and Claire. If they’re awake, and I’ll check on Serena and Connor. You can stay here or change. It’s December in central Europe, in the mountains. It’s going to be cold.”

I woke to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Fragments of blurred memories from the previous night drifted through my mind, each one more difficult to piece together than the last. “Did Zachary Simon really came last night?” I mumbled to myself. I glanced around the room, but there was no sign that he had ever been there. “Ugh.” The moment I moved, a sharp throb pulsed through my head. I immediately clutched my temples. “What were you thinking, Isabella? You always make a mess in front of Zachary Simon”

she asked. Chaswick brought up a mirror screen of the file number her mother was trying to access. "Dominic's will?!" "And the deeds along with every stipulation for the businesses he placed in your name," Chaswick added. She looked at him, who gave her a nod and sat back in his chair. She warned him of her mother's tactics just to get her hand on the company's account. It was always about money for her. Absentmindedly she watched as the sun played with his chestnut brown hair and lit up his ocean-blue eyes. He was in every way British Aristocracy, not to mention handsome. Strong chiseled jaw a light beard, and hair perfectly styled, and all his suits were tailor-made. He was a catch back in