Darling Charming Novels & Stories

Still, I came up with a plan and stood calmly, taking the cup of blood to Morpheus' seat. Everyone held their breaths as I brushed a drop of the blood on my lips, leaving it glistening in scarlet like the most enticing of rubies. My voice was at once charming and dangerous as I spoke. "This offering is full of savagery and pain, but my darling…" As I looked straight at the ever changing shadow, it seemed to shudder as I finished. "Instead of making me drink it, don't you think it'd be more amusing to savor it in another way?"

It wasn’t who she was. The dress she wore left nothing to the imagination. Split on both sides and a V cut right down the middle of her breast. Seduction red color. She pursed her lips together as she applied her lipstick. It was now or never. Christavo was waiting downstairs to take her out for coffee and breakfast. He believed they were just going to talk about charities or perhaps he assumed he had a real chance dating her, either way he was her prey. She had to deliver on what she needed.

Least of all, Peter, who was determined on increasing public awareness of her authorship with his movie ofThe Mythical Horses of Mirrima. “Happy?” Charlotte asked, grinning at her. Erin smiled back.”I couldn’t look better. And you look stunning, too.” Charlotte was wearing a gold satin sheath, perfect for her colouring. Her hair was darker than Peter’s, more caramel with blond streaks, and she had amber eyes, not blue. To Erin’s mind, Charlotte and Damien, who was tall, dark and strikingly handsome, were a golden couple. They shone with happiness in their love for each other. She fiercely hoped this marriage would work, that she and Peter could end up living happily ever after together.

“Do you think I’m charming?” Charity made a point to size him up. A moment later, a look of disdain washed over her face. “Not in the slightest.” Chester was exasperated. “Even if I’m not, I won’t allow you to escape my clutches.” As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned forward domineeringly and locked lips with Charity. Ever since she quit the entertainment industry, she hardly wore lipstick. He was not sure of the brand of the lipstick she applied today, but it was soft and smelled good.

Growing up, Darling lived in the countryside with her Ma and was sheltered away from the world till she met Stanley, so being here felt unreal and was a whole new experience for Darling. She couldn't understand why she felt nice being inside such a place, the fear and anger that she once upon a time felt quickly vanished to be replaced with a fascinated look. Eyes wide open as they studied one thing or person after the other, moving quickly, as fast as an excited rat, they picked every single detail of the bar. “Move out of the way!” Darling gasped, she was immediately pulled out of her little fantasy with a rough push from what appeared to be a drunk man. She sighed while staring at him sta

“To what extent has she brainwashed you, huh? How could you be so foolish—” A servant rushed into the glasshouse, his face pale, and his voice choked as he shouted, “Vampire hunter!” Then something pierced him, penetrating from his back to his chest. He fell forward, and behind him stood a woman in a red dress. Henry was the first to react upon seeing her figure. He was stunned, and as the woman noticed his astonishment, she smiled at him. “You—” Henry choked. “Hello, Darling.”

Darly's expression and stature choked her breath, she was like "Geez, this guy is making me fall in love but I have to behave well. Daryl was well dressed in a white Turkish shirt and neatly ironed trousers he smelled like a rose flower, he was looking good in his spectacles, and the curly brown hair he had made him look like an angel. His brown skin pigment was smooth and shiny as a steel surface. Many ladies flirt and do all categories of things with him but he never loved them. Now that Chelsea was in his company, jealousy of the other girls was high because Chelsea was very beautiful and decent. Among all the girls, she was the young and charming type at the company. No man was going to

PLEASE READ NOTE AT BOTTOM FIRST TO AVOID CONFUSION 5/29/26 CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. I stood outside Ellis Design Group for several minutes, staring up at the building above me, before I worked up the courage to go in. I couldn’t afford to let this job slip through my fingers. “Get it together,” I whispered, before pulling the door open and stepping inside. A woman with sleek auburn hair walked toward me with a bright smile.

Charlotte “Apply your body oil all over your skin. Don’t leave any parts dry. We are staying outside all day. And don’t forget to spray nice perfume to attract rich men also.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. My hands were already massaging my body while I tried to listen to my sister’s order. Finally, we arrived in London, ready to enjoy ourselves. With Angel’s support, I was able to summon Courage to go pick up my belongings from Sean’s apartment. He wasn’t around, thankfully, when I stopped by.

BRUCE Charlotta was a puzzle I couldn’t stop trying to solve. She sat across from me at the restaurant, her red lipstick catching the light as she sipped her water, her eyes darting between the twins’ banter and the harbor view. She played the part of the perfect secretary flawlessly—organized, poised, quick with a smile—but there was something beneath it all, a shadow that kept me on edge. I’d told Harley last night I couldn’t pin it down, but it was there, like a whisper I couldn’t quite hear.