Charming Lady Novels & Stories

Charlotte stuttered, "Excuse me ma?" Her confusion was palpable as she tried to place the lady standing before her. "You must be Charlotte Thompson", the lady stated, unfolding her arms and adjusting her long brown hair. Charlotte's brows furrowed, "Yes... is there a problem?" "None at all. I just wanted to meet the girl who convinced the CEO to fire Ms. Elora," she retorted with a smirk. Charlotte observed her closely. There was something mischievous about her smirk, and it made her uneasy. She remained silent, not knowing who this lady was.

A strange pang went through me as I realized the man, whose appearance had momentarily intrigued me, had chosen other company without a second glance in my direction. "Let's go," I murmured to Charlotte. "There's nothing more for us here." As we made our way toward the exit, a polished voice called out. "Charlie! What a pleasant surprise." Charlotte turned, her expression shifting to polite recognition. "Mrs. Harrington, good evening." Victoria Harrington approached with measured steps, her designer gown whispering against the marble floor. I recognized her immediately as one of the prominent society matrons known to Charlotte's family elders. "This young lady looks unfamiliar," Mrs. Harring

“Patronum Lanich, how can you do this? Well. What I meant is you can take the young one!” The bald man smiled wistfully, “Oh, I see. So you like the older one? This woman, although she is a middle-aged lady, she maintained her body well! She could be considered to be around thirty years old; only the word ‘charming’ can be used to describe her overall aura. Moreover, she’s the wife of an elder, I naturally like the challenge!” The middle-aged woman’s brows snapped together. With her teeth gritted, she bellowed, “Fine! I’ll go with you, but let my daughter go!”

How can you have afforded to exquisitely described a man’s physique at complicated times like this? Mentally shaking the thoughts away, she raised her right eyebrow to expressed her dismay. She could barely have managed to suit herself when the rascal looked back at her with an intense regard. Charismatic and demanding of attention. ‘Oh gracious! How could he to managed appear more attractive when he looks at my way?’ Lady Francesca was too inexperience to resist overwhelming presence of the man. Her lack of clairvoyance with men had made her struggle to keep up. “Oh! What a terrible coincidence was it? To let your pure and innocent ladyship witness my vulgarity as you call it…” he retorted

I answered, bristling at Senator Carroll’s description of Charli. She was beyond pretty, and hearing the words from his lips made them sound inadequate. I fought the urge to tell him that Charli wasn't just pretty. She was ravishing, a spitfire with a mind of her own, who could tear him and any other condescending man to shreds. I'd warn him to approach with caution, because though she may appear tame, in reality she was almost too hot to handle. In her eyes she held her essence. They glistened with joy and love even when danger and pain surrounded her. Her beauty went further than her gorgeous exterior. She was enthralling and alluring.

Her eyes scanned the crowd before giving Damon a curtsy. Scarlet snorted softly. “She looks like she just escaped from battle and is looking for someone to fight.” The third carriage. The lady stepped down delicately. She has Soft brown curls and her pale lavender gown made her appear sweet and angelic. She offered Damon the most demure curtsy of all three, she seemed to be shy and everything about her screamed innocence and grace. I bit my lip as my stomach tightened. Damon greeted each of them with polite nods. He was the perfect unbothered king. I rolled my eyes at that. My wolf snarled at the sight of those women standing so close to him, smiling at him, offering themselves to him like g

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.”

Just as he parted his lips to say another word, someone else came up to our table. ”I believe it’s my turn with the lady. I’ve heard far too many lovely things about Olivia Sav not to make an appearance.” Somewhat shorter than the others, this one had a smile that softened the waves crashing inside of me. With hair the color of sand, it fell in front of his eyes— curly and thick. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said through a smile. Looking past him as we shook hands, Charity raised her glass in a salute, sending me a wink as she stood by her empty table. She sent me her suitor.

Another elegant woman is sitting in a plush chair in a corner studying what appears to be drawings of patterns. A large woman bustles toward us. “Sir, how might I be of service ?” Tristan tugs on his waistcoat, as if it annoys him. “I wish to be attended to by the proprietor”. “I am she. Madame Charlamaine”. She purrs. “I expected a foreign accent”. He says. She smiles, her teeth straight and white, her lips as red as cherries. “I excel in providing my customers with the unexpected”. Tristan seems to be taking measure of her. I remember that he said he is a good judge of character. I wonder what he thinks of such a bold creature. “Miss Everly is in need of a wardrobe. Everything”.

The door of the jeep opened and a slender figure, stepped out rocking in a soft brown leather Prada bomber jacket, her raven hair styled up in a braided top bun, perfectly complementing her glam look and beautiful face. Charo was amazed by her beauty as he swallowed hard. He was frozen at the place as her beauty had an effect on him. Suddenly, his feet become heavy to lift. “Hi,” the lady greeted as she stretched out her hand for a shake. “Erm,...he cleared his throat as he faked a cough. “Welcome, come in,” Charo Said, confused about what to do. He ushered the lady in and walked to the kitchen. “Why do you look confused? Is something wrong?” Milka asked the moment Charo stepped in the kitch