Endearing Young Charms Novels & Stories

’s going to take Sarah away from me. Just so you know, I’m her prince charming not you” he said to me. I laughed and said “Of course. It’s the first thing Sarah told me before we got engaged. She told me look Jan, yes we’re going to be engaged but you’ll never be my prince charming so I told her why Sarah? And she said my prince charming is always going to be Selim” “Really?” the little boy asked in surprise. “Of course” I heard from behind me. Sarah strolled down the last few steps of the stairs and came to stand beside us. “Sarahhhhhhh” the little boy ran to her and she hugged him and twirled with him in the air. “You’re going to make me dizzy” Selim said laughing. She then put him on the

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

Skandar rose from his chair and disguised his little wife from his friends’ gaze after James's words just now. In the eyes of Skandar’s friends, Charisa was only a teenage girl who was still growing up. The girl looked as a teenager although the bridal make-up that was put on her face added a little bit of maturity to the girl. But still, for those who already knew the girl's real age, Charisa Davis still seemed so young. Maybe if time gave her another five or ten years, when the girl had been mature, Charisa would definitely grow up to be a very beautiful woman.

She leans back in the chair and sighs when Ender reaches from behind her and picking up the envelope, turns it upside down as something small and shiny falls out onto the desk. Picking it up, Charlotte sees that it's a silver ring with a single amethyst, she holds it up watching as the gemstone reflects the light creating patterns on its surface. Suddenly she sees something move inside the jewel and she drops the ring in shock. Ender immediately picks it up, examining it carefully as he turns it over in his fingers. "It's charmed", he murmurs. "What do you mean?", Charlotte asks, turning in the chair to look at him. "I can sense magic in it, someone put a spell on it"

He is still a part of them. Charles is the miniature version of Pearce but he is more like me. He loves reading books and he inherited his smartness from me. Charlie is also the miniature version of me but she had her father's attitude. She's friendly and talented and she can easily capture your heart. That is why everyone loves her. Despite their differences, they go along very well and they always watch each other's backs. The only similar thing they had was they both love chocolates

But then it slowly returns to normal. “I’m Charlotte Cruise by the way, and I’m ten years old,” she says as if reciting a memorized verse. Maybe it’s another thing they learn at school. She takes the end of her fancy dress and does a cute little curtsy. That thaws the robot, and he lets out a soft snicker. Not even metallic hearts can be completely insensitive to the cuteness factor of small kids, puppies, and fluffy yellow ducklings. And Charlotte just happens to be a very cutesy girly girl. Future head cheerleader and prom queen. A queen bee in the making.

I accepted immediately as my heart raced. I remembered Kevin's story about Rose giving him 3,000 dollars. I wondered how much Celia would give me if she was into me. She was probably feeling lonely in the middle of the night, just like Kevin said. Before chatting, I skimmed through her profile. She looked at least ten years older than me, but her photos had a certain allure. She liked to wear silky white loungewear, showing off her long, fair legs. She definitely looked like one of the mature and wealthy ladies.

Damien crumpled to the floor, blood trickling from his lip. He didn't fight back. He just stayed on his knees, looking up at me. "Elara, tell them!" His voice was pleading. "Tell them you love me! Tell them you don't want to marry him!" I stared down at the man on the floor. The king of Chicago's underworld. Now, just a dog on his knees. "Who are you to me?" I asked. My voice was so calm it surprised even me. Damien stared, confused. "Are you my husband?" I held up my left hand. The Moretti diamond glittered in the light. "Did you ever promise me anything? Did you ever protect me?"

"I can't let myself. You can't even be loyal to someone like Brenda. I'm not your type. I don't party, I'm not popular… I'm just Sophie Charm. Professional nobody." He kissed me. "Don't talk like that. You're so fucking pretty. You have to know that." I loved when he complimented me. It meant so much more to me coming from him than anyone else. "I think I might want to do this," I whispered. "You sure?" I nodded, and finished opening the foil packet that contained the condom. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," he said, running his hands down my sides. "I'm ready."

"Carry her like a princess! Lock them in the dark room—don't come out for an hour! Hope you two finally make your dream come true!" Then some random girl chimed in, all snarky: "Who's 1874? Some insurance guy? Ugh, hang up." Click. End of call. Pain punched me in the chest. She saved me as '1874'—just the last four digits of my number. Meanwhile, my phone screen still flashed "Sweetheart." God, what a joke. I had work to finish, thought about staying late—but I couldn't focus. So I headed home.