Charms Quotes Novels & Stories

He asked as he finally came back to his post, my smile getting bigger. "No, something else you would recommend." I whispered. "I know just the thing for you." He took my cup and started mixing again, my eyes stayed on him all through and when he was about to finish, he added a cherry on the drink. "What's the cherry for?" I asked as held out the drink for me. "Just to make it look pretty. Pretty like who is about to have it down her throat." He responded. "I will rather have something else down my throat but this works just fine as well." I shrugged, reaching my thumb and index finger out to pick the cherry on top of the drink.

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.”

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

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.

The memory of her grandmother's warm embrace flooded her mind, a powerful anchor to her world. "This…" she murmured, her voice shaky but determined, pulling out the charm. "This will be my offering." The figure seemed to study the charm, its luminous gaze fixed on the intricate carvings. "An interesting choice," it finally spoke. "A symbol of resilience, a connection to your heritage. It has strength, but also a hint of… sadness?" Evie swallowed hard. "My grandmother passed away recently," she confessed. "This charm was a way to keep her memory close."

I whisper inside, you have to keep going. Evelyn stands at the front, talking about confidence and power. Her words are sharp, and they hit me straight. “Charm is a tool,” she says. “So is your mind. Use both.” I write it down even though I already know what she means. She doesn’t talk about luck or chance. She talks about choice, and I want to believe I still have that.

Candance puts Charmaine on the spot. "Who me?" Charmaine replied, shifting and sliding her eyes from Candance to Kita. "Yes, you. Men, or men." Candance retorts. “You did make that statement.” "Maybe, if he’s hot enough. I would give it some consideration." Charmaine replies. "You need to stop, Charmaine," Candance said, shaking her head and reflecting on their many conversations when Kita moved away. Candance clearly remembers Charmaine telling her she strictly stuck to Baha Mar men.

“Witless girl, the Glories of our world revel in dark amusements: pleasure and pain.” Cold flooded me. “I’m not like that.” “They desire to be the one collaring their lovers, when holding the leash and making those who have no choice but to follow them, crawl at their heels.” I reddened. Okay, put like that, I looked like a penis. After all, my Charms were lying next to me on the grbutt in their collars, and I didn’t want to analyze the happy little daydream that Mischief’s words had conjured that involved them naked and crawling…

Suddenly, she bowed, and when she straightened up, she uttered very solemnly, "I'll always remember what you've all done for me today, my beloved seniors. From today onward, you're all my best friends and the most trustworthy partners. If you're not in the Heavenly Spirit, I won't be in the Heavenly Spirit; If you're not in the Amethyst Palace, I won't be in Amethyst Palace!” If the first few sentences touched everyone's hearts, the last ones that were close to grand ambitions were enough to make people's jaws drop. Charlotte's remarks were not like other people's illusory promises, like sharing her success with everyone in the future. That was just like a castle in the sky, completely unbel

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They