Darling Charming Novels & Stories

"How was Earth?" Daniel asked as Haldir sat down at the long wooden table across from Damien. Daniel was also from Earth, but many years in the future. Traveling back in time to save Rosemary, he made a name for himself as a terrible villain after cruelly taking his kingdom and destroying anyone who threatened his family. Settling into the hard-wooden bench, Haldir smirked as he glanced to Daniel. "Quite a fucking mess as usual.” Drumming his fingers on the table as he smirked back to Haldir, Daniel shrugged. "I guess things don't change very much. Do they?”

“Then keep buying. Keep on buying till I cannot remember the look of that house.” “Okay! Next one is in Italy.” He said, his dark eyes sparkling bright. Oh, Darius. He was artwork, a masterpiece crafted carefully to bewitch my heart, and hold it in claws that would never let go. “Before that, King Charming. Why don't we take a trip to…” I let my words trail off as wind whooshed past outside. The sound and smell of rain. Darius laughed, “Fine. I'll take you there on a special ride.” He said, and our heads leaned in to kiss, only for lightning to strike, and the door to burst open.

I hate the way my heart tries to crawl out of my throat whenever he’s near. Love, am I right? The world’s most beautiful, debilitating curse. Because Charlie? Charlie is a flirt. No, he’s THE Flirt. Capital F. It’s his native language. He charms the barista, the CEO, the old lady who lives down the hall. And with women he’s interested in? He’s a goddamn symphony of attention. He listens, he laughs, he makes them feel like the only person in the room. But it’s a firework. Bright, breathtaking, and over in a flash.

"Freelance. Before that, Ireland." "County Clare," Zachary said. She looked at him. He was looking at the north wall. She hadn't told him County Clare specifically. She'd said Ireland. She was almost certain she'd only said Ireland. She let it pass. Filed it. "Beautiful country," Dorian said. "The light there is extraordinary." "It is," she agreed. She kept her voice pleasant and her eyes moving and her attention on the room the way she always did when something felt slightly off without being nameable.

But Sherman said, "You'd better not live separately with Charlie since he is still very energetic and he needs you." Grace threw her hand bag on the bed and took off the high heels. She replied with serious expression, "Honestly are you worried about being heard when you and prince charming do something intimate at night?" "Of course not." Sherman's face blushed. Grace was so thick-skinned and continued, "That's good. I'd like to know prince charming's performance in bed. I like his voice most, and I wonder if it is as sexy as usual..." Sherman cursed, "How shameless you are!"

It was weird seeing him outside the office and out of his suit and tie but it was a sight that looked good on him either way. "And this," he opened a door revealing a small golden retriever, "is Charlie." The dog ran into his embrace and he got down on one knee. "He's very hyper active and likes to play a lot. He doesn't bite, trust me." She was already extending her hand to the animal and surprisingly, he welcomed her touch. She smiled brightly when he came to her, sticking out his tongue and staring at her. "He likes you," Alex said, watching them with his arms folded. She was obviously having so much fun and he thought this was a good time to get to know her a little better.

She could not stand the thought of becoming a femme fatale who affected her husband's business deals. Although she did not possess breathtaking beauty, she always felt that she should not hinder James too much. After all, he had helped her save the Charter Corporation. Back at the apartment, Summer took a shower and returned to her room to rest. She thought the night would end peacefully, but then she heard faint sounds coming from the living room. Curious, she walked to the living room and peeked through the door crack. She saw Charlie and Connor standing there. Terrifyingly, both were shirtless, revealing their well-defined muscles, but their skin displayed red welts from whipping.

Clara answered. Sure enough, when Carver looked into the two small rooms in the room, it said 'refurbishment'. 'Unlucky!' thought Carver. "I'm going crazy after so many years without a partner because I was going to be matched with you, and now it's cancelled. You are so handsome, I couldn't forget you after the first time I saw you!" Clara touched Carver's face, one of her hands holding the zipper of her lower skirt which was ready to be lowered.

"Hmm?" Sergey eyed Charles, who appeared intrigued. Determined to secure the Golden Wave City project, Sergey played his final card. "You may not know this, Mr. Hoffman, but the ladies at Elysian Swallow Garden are no ordinary women. They come from all walks of life and are prepared to fulfill every desire!" Sergey's grin was a bit sleazy as he added, "One taste, and you're hooked for life!" Charles played it cool, idly twirling his cue, seemingly unfazed. On the other hand, Sergey was getting carried away, too wrapped up in his own spiel to notice Charles's poker face.

I wanted Miranda to accompany me on a trip abroad for a while, but she said she had recently started seeing a younger athlete and wasn't ready to let go of her fun just yet. I sighed and told her to visit me whenever she had time, promising to cover her ticket. Miranda laughed and declined, saying I should save the money to meet some handsome foreigners instead. I told her I couldn't be as carefree as she was and that my broken heart wouldn't heal so quickly. Miranda said, "Don't glamorize me! Carefree? Confident? No, I'm just a player—a match made in heaven for other players. I drift through the crowd, leaving no trace behind. Everyone's happy."