Darling Charming Novels & Stories

“That’s okay with me, now I understand why you're known as the charming gentleman.” His face was engulfed in confusion to what he remarked, “Charming gentlemen? Who gave me that nickname?” he inquired. “You don’t know? your employees gave you that nickname, I just overheard it a few days ago.” “I’m not sure about the gentleman part, even my mother tells me that I’m a bit apathetic and harsh once I open my mouth.” Dion affirmed.

“You sound,” he whispered against her hair, his lips brushing the crown of her head, “like someone who misses me.” A soft, almost imperceptible laugh escaped her, but the way she clung to his shirt betrayed the truth she didn’t say aloud. “Has my deadly charm worked on you yet?” Arnav’s voice was a low, teasing murmur against her ear, laced with that effortless warmth that always made her chest flutter. “Not really,” Raellyn retorted, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “You should at least try to maintain some dignity, you know.”

He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car. The charity gala was held in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. It was glamorous, and women dripped in diamonds. Men in designer’s suit laughed over champagne. The second Damian and I entered, people turned in our direction and soft surprised whispers followed. “That’s his wife?” “She’s beautiful.” “I heard she came from nothing, she’s too innocent for him.” I lowered my eyes. Damian’s hand pressed against my lower back, it felt possessive. I gasped softly at his touch.

he quietly asked. "Yeah. I placed two and two together and came up with fork tongue bitch." Kelsey always had a way with words. Vincent and Corey erupted in laughter, Mama Roarke rolled her eyes trying her best to hide the smile and Killian pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Where's the ladylike charm, little sis? "What about you? Did you figure it out?" Corey asked. "I had a feeling she will do some shit after her sad out of a job tale but not this. Once upon a time, she was so sweet..."

“And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?” Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.” “You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?” “Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.” My way?

He released her arm and cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing away her tears in a gesture that looked tender but felt like chains. “Darling… you belong to me. Running away won’t change that because I’ll always find you. And deep down, you know no one else will ever want you the way I do.” The words sank into her like poison. Camille’s knees nearly buckled as she sobbed openly now, her shoulders shaking as years of suppressed pain poured out. How could he be so cruel and so convincing at the same time? How could the man who broke her still make her heart twist with conflicting emotions?

"Good manners do more for a man than good looks." -E.W. Howe- *** Damian was seated in a study chair in the living room writing down some notes of his activities for the next day. Everything was planned. We would spend his entire day exploring the Red Square, just to see if it was really as fascinating as people claimed it to be, everything was listed in a rough outline but he had a pretty good picture of what his day would be.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

After an hour, the garden elf was transformed into a pink princess. "What about my flowers?" Hailey pouted, eyeing her empty vase. "I'll fetch them while you are with Miss Pepple. When you return, your room will have flowers." Hailey assumed her character; in her past life, she had been a successful novelist and remembered wearing suits for book conferences and signings. She wasn't new to a life of luxury, but this time around, she wanted to enjoy herself more than she had in her previous life. Miss Pepple sat in the visitors' sitting room, her nude purse on her lap. She was an attractive woman, undoubtedly, and she also favored a suit—hers was a spicy red one that matched the rosy lipstick

Daisy replied naughtily as she smoothly grabbed Emily's arm, leaving her no option to disagree. "Please, do it for me, a cancer patient," Daisy naughtily whispered to Emily. Speechless, Emily didn’t know what to say as Daisy was so determined to do what she wanted. In a quick moment, they were at the bumper car area. Charles was easy to spot, as he was the most stunning person in the area. Warren was safely placed inside the wagon with Charles and his butler. Daisy dragged Emily to her car and then slipped inside hers. Charles was the last to get into his car.