Charmed The Power Of Three Blondes Novels & Stories

I needed to get laid, and I don’t give a shit how Un-Allegra like she is, I’ll power through it and hopefully clear my mind once and for all. “Tell me baby, which one of us are you going to Fuck first?” The blonde woman whispered in my ear and she and her friend started to rub down my chest. I took another swig of my drink, needing all the liquid courage to get through the night. Their annoying high pitched giggles filled my ears as they continued to feel my muscles underneath my shirt. I looked up, meeting a pair of piercing blue eyes that caused my breathing to hitch. Shit, she looked amazing. She was wearing a sexy and seductive devil costume. Fuck, she looked good. A part of me wanted to

Even the clones looked so rigid like a doll, but they could act mimicking the movement of their master. Princess Charlotte gave Tobias a smug face, “My clones have the similar power as me, which means I can cast a spell four times more powerful than usual,” She said with an arrogant tone, “it will be impossible for you to win against me, old man.” she chuckled. Tobias was looking around, there were so many innocent people that could be hurt by their spell, “Are you planning to kill these innocent people, Charlotte?” Charlotte scoffed, “Well… they’re not related to me whatsoever, so…” she said coldly.

“Who’s she?” Shelley got into a panic and subconsciously hid behind Shaun. Shaun frowned deeply. “Get lost right away.” Charity snorted once again. Her eyes swept over the three men before she looked at Catherine sympathetically. “Three men tricking and cheating an innocent, kind woman. Is that fun?” Catherine’s head buzzed. She was perplexed and in pain. She could not understand what Charity was saying, nor could she understand why the three men’s expressions changed drastically after they heard her words.

“That ain’t very helpful there, Romeo. I mean, is she short or tall? Thin or curvy? Light hair or dark hair?” “Oh, right,” Charlie said, dragging himself back to reality. “She’s sort of tall, I guess, for a woman. Taller than you. She’s … fit I guess you could say. Certainly not pudgy but not scrawny either. She has beautiful blonde locks, and most of the time she wears them down…and beautiful blue eyes.” “Wears her hair down? Guess a lot of them Third Class passengers do that. You sure she’s old enough for you, stretch?”

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV Life on the run was hard, especially with my triplets. I didn't live a day without fear. Terrible secrets cloaked in beauty ready to pounce from the darkness. And my three daughters don't need to face any of that. On that morning, I gave each of my beautiful six-year-old triplets—Rose, Jasmine, and Violet—a charm before they left for school. The charm contained some magic to cloud their aura. As a werewolf, it’s the thing I did to keep my daughters hidden among the mortal.

Blair hissed through clenched teeth, shoving forward. Celeste’s grip tightened around Blair’s wrist. “You never had the right to touch it.” She twisted, flipping Blair over her shoulder. The impact cracked the floor. Blair coughed, rolled, and threw a charm stone that burst in a puff of white fire. Celeste shielded her face, the heat licking her arm. Through the smoke, Blair’s smile gleamed, cruel and gleeful. “You think you’re special because you were chosen?” she spat. “You’re nothing but a mistake.”

Then, she shouted impatiently, “Who is she?” “She’s—” “Bren!” Charlene yelled, cutting off Brendan as she trembled under the weight of fear. He was going to ruin her… all because of Deirdre! It had taken her so much effort to finally get Madame Brighthall to like her, and now he was going to yank her blindfold away and tell her, in no uncertain terms, that Charlene had been the third wheel all along?! Since when had Brendan been capable of… of… such cruelty?!

Tyler swallowed his mouthful of eggs and added, “Nalia, Chelsea, Tora, Isolde, and Cheyenne pulled off the impossible. Charlie figured out how each of their Guardian powers worked together, and—poof—evil vamp queen disintegrated.” Rheya’s eyes lit up. “That’s incredible! Gods, I wish I could’ve been there just to see her face when she realized she’d lost.” “Same,” Kensavion muttered. “Bet Cheyenne had something memorable to say.” “Oh, she did,” Tyler smirked. “There were at least three F-bombs, one eye-roll, and some kind of dramatic pose I’m pretty sure she practiced beforehand.” Rheya laughed. “Sounds about right. And how is everyone now?”

“You’ll be fine…okay…just focus. Just stay with us.” Behind Jason and Janet, there was a bright light and a beautiful smile that caused Dan’s eyes to brighten. “Cheryl?” His wife shook her head as she leaned down to him. “Dan, what have you done to yourself?” Then, he turned and saw Bianca hugging Damien who stayed back with Alyssa and Julissa. “Dan!” The voices soon started to fade as darkness followed. “Take…care…of…each…other…”

she shouted in panic, her eyes searching for her son. Inside the room, she found a woman with blonde hair, similar to hers, holding her son. The woman was joking with her son, who smiled back at her. Standing beside the woman holding her son were two large men who exuded a creepy aura. With just one glance, Charlene knew that the two men would do anything for the blonde woman. Max growled, preparing to attack, but Charlene stopped him. She swallowed hard, forcing her voice out, asking, “Who are you? Give me back my son.”