Christy Jenkins Charmed Novels & Stories

"Your mate—Charlene—she’s the only woman who treated you right since you were a pup. She was there for you even before the moon goddess tied a red string to your relationship. She defended you against everyone else whenever no one took your side. Charlene is not the kind of person who’d cheat on you, Jaxton." That was the last message that I heard from Jeremiah. He left the garden and disappeared right away. Jeremiah was the type of person who possessed high intellect aside from being built powerfully. He has a strong sense of justice, and he was always the first to solve the mysteries within our territory. And for over a decade, Jeremiah was never mistaken in the things that he declared, es

“You all know him—he hates these lively events.” “Well, it makes sense. He’s been retired for years now. Quiet nights probably suit him more these days.” The questions faded as champagne flutes were passed around, and the conversation shifted to lighter chatter. “Did you hear? Mrs. Jenkins’s darling daughter is a live streamer now.” “I saw one of her streams—just her playing the harp, barely speaking. Honestly, she looked like she was depressed. Poor thing, getting divorced so young.” “Seriously. After all that drama, who’s going to want to marry her now? And wasn’t Mrs. Jenkins always preaching that women should prioritize family? Look how that turned out.”

“That didn't happen okay?” “So now you're calling me crazy?!” I snapped. “No... well maybe a little... because I never—” “Just shut up, Jace Graham!” I yelled. “You're such a jerk! Lying to me in my face! I saw you kiss Montana today! And the other day in the living room!” “Woah, woah, woah! What's going on here?!” Charisma rushed in, wrapping me in a comforting hug. I buried my face in her chest and her hands automatically started caressing my hair. Jace sighed.

“Then why did you save her just to send her back?” “You should be grateful that you saw the flesh of the ghost you’ve been looking for for years, bro. I would’ve kept her away.” Jenkins' smug face dropped and his dull eyes resurfaced. He closes the gap between himself and Charles, standing sideways with each other. “And she’s not here for you or the family, she’s here because of me. She’s my secretary.”

Only then did she see Chester come out of the bathroom with a flushed face. “Just now… Why did you suddenly shun me?” Charity questioned him with her eyes fixed on him. Chester looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing a pink bridesmaid dress. He must say that Catherine and Freya had put a lot of effort into the dress. It was a strapless dress that revealed a large part of Charity’s collarbones. Given that Charity had been in the entertainment industry for several years, she exuded an aura that made her seem like a character from a picture.

“How can you know it’s you he loves and that he’s not caught in the spell of the charmer?” Shrugging, Jasmine answered, “We’re past all of that. He’s said he loves me and I believe him. It’s there in his eyes, in the way he treats me. It’s in his kiss, like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and it has nothing to do with skill. I believe even if I’d never been a charmer, we still would have come together. The pheromone isn’t irresistible. It doesn’t command the heart.” Jasmine grinned as she caught sight of Mathin, who was headed straight for them, and pitched her voice a tad higher. “It might have brought him to heel quicker, though.”

“Did Damon ever love anyone? Truly love?” Mrs. Jenkins studied me carefully before giving a small smile. “He had many girls. He was a charmer, not a loverboy. But Jessica… She was the only serious one. Until she broke his heart.” My stomach dropped. “Jessica?” “Yes. His ex—” My phone buzzed suddenly. I glanced down. A text from Damon. Prepare, wifey. I’m coming to show you somewhere. Before I realized it, I was smiling. Mrs. Jenkins caught it immediately. “Why is she smiling?” she teased lightly and I immediately stopped, why was I even smiling. Only heaven knows what he was up to this time.

a catch, and you're just a bitter, angry woman who can't keep a man!"As Seraphina stormed out of the house, Christy attempted to make herself at home, sinking into the plush couch in the living room. She pulled out her phone and began to scroll through social media, trying to appear nonchalant.But her calm demeanor was short-lived, as the housekeeper, Maria, entered the room. "Excuse me, Christy," Maria said firmly, "but I need to ask you to leave."Christy raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And why's that?"Maria's expression was stern. "Mr. Damien isn't here, and I need to prepare the house for his return. You can come back later to speak with him, if he's willing to see you."Christy's face twisted in