Ever After High Darling Charming Novels & Stories

It was messy movement, but she looked so elegant. "I know, I know, Alvaro! I got it!" she squealed, her cheeks reddening from excitement "Marshmallow and Cottoncandy!" Well, he couldn't say it was unexpected. All she could describe them as was soft and cuddly and sweet after all. But he couldn't stop his forehead from creasing a bit. It was... glazed with sweetness. "Hmm" he hummed, waiting for her to continue. Whatever her decision was, even if it was too sweet for him, he'd agree.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

And that’s all that matters. Lev pressed his lips against her ear. “I love you.” Vero smiled, turned to cup his face, and kissed him gently. She never expected life to bring her to this place. To become the billionaire vampire’s darling. “I love you too.”

Vera paid no attention to the flight attendant beside them and said seriously, “Endearing terms should be said in front of others. That's how you prove you truly love me. If you only call me ‘darling’ in private but keep your distance from me in public, doesn't that mean you’re not contented with what you already have?” The flight attendant beside them couldn't help but silently give Vera a thumbs-up. When Charlie saw that Vera was so immersed in her role, Charlie thought he couldn't be a spoilsport and ruin her fun, so he mustered up some courage and said earnestly, “You're right, darling!”

Jennifer's eyes were teary, but she still stood straight. Selena finally understood what was happening. One of her maids told her that there was a woman whom Henry loves a lot. But she ran away from him without giving him any reason. Later, Henry came to know that she was in love with Nilofer's brother, Dray Merchant and that's why, she ran away, leaving him alone.

Thank goodness it had only been a dream. Thank goodness the man I loved—and who loved me—was right here, by my side. I burrowed into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Honey, I'm a little hungry," he murmured suddenly, opening his eyes. Desire smoldered in his gaze. "I love you, Honey." I pressed my lips to his in a fierce kiss. Outside, the weather was perfect. Spring had finally arrived. The End.

“You are so beautiful.” The dog barked once, feeling unfamiliar with Charlotte. Its howl managed to make the homeowner open the door. A man, roughly Charlotte’s age, stood at the door. A man with reddish hair and hazel-brown eyes squinted at Charlotte. “Wow, you’re even prettier than in the picture,” the man said. Charlotte chuckled softly. “Excuse me?” “Oh, sorry…” The man extended his hand. “My name is Devon Eve, but you can call me ‘Darling.’ You must be Charlotte, right?”

"Quick, let's split up. We have to find him before dark." "F*ck, the High Lady's wedding is just tomorrow. I can't believe we lost Derrick just the night before." "Shh, keep it down! Derrick's going to be the High Lady's husband after tomorrow." "Hoho. Useless bastard of a husband, if you ask me. God knows why the Grand Master wedded him to the High Lady. Probably to bring in good fortune in contrast to the High Lady being sick. Ugh, just thinking of his wretched face makes me sick. How could Derrick Darby be good enough for the High Lady?"

It was all so absurd. He thought a few texts could fix this? I deleted his number. Just then, another notification popped up. "Friend request accepted. — Julian Moretti" Julian Moretti. My future husband. I'd actually met him once before. In the car, Isabella clung to Damien's arm, sobbing. "Damien, I'm scared," she whimpered. "The look in her eyes... she must hate me for taking you from her." "She won't," Damien said, kissing her forehead gently. "I'm here. No one can hurt you."

Everyone praised him, and our married life had always been good. Jared was handsome, tall, and an incredibly caring husband. He'd make me breakfast, bring me little surprises after work, and always plan something special for anniversaries—flowers, candlelit dinners, moonlit walks. We had a life filled with beautiful memories. It felt like a perfect dream. But then, Charlotte came back. Everything had changed since then. Jared's first love, freshly divorced and struggling, returned to town with her daughter. I felt sympathy for her, so every time Jared went to help her out, I supported him.