Female Chara Novels & Stories

“Charlie, Gus is a fucking limp dicked, idiotic, meat-headed bastard who wouldn’t know what do to with a she-wolf if he ever got her in his bed, which he hasn’t because he’s too scared to get it up.” Charlie barks out some laughter, clutching tightly to my shoulders. It was so good to hear her tinkling laughter, even though I knew I still had more to do to make her feel better. At least this was a headstart. When she stops laughing, she looks me in the eyes. But the light from her laughter fades to sadness quickly. “He’s right, Zak. I look like a male. I have no breasts, no hips. I’m a fucking stick figure with muscles.”

she asked looking at her sister this time "Char, is everything alright? Are you hiding something from me?" "It's regarding my kingdom of the demons and we needed Dad's help so we are here which means as the queen of the demons I can't disclose every piece of information, Rina, no matter how much I want to."Charlotte handled the situation very smartly and convinced her sister to believe her.

She would have done just that if she was still human, a weak girl who was at the mercy of her uncle. But now, she isn’t that old Charlotte. She is the Luna of the Blue Orchid pack and Alpha of the nameless pack of supernatural species. So she reigned her anger and instead, let the wave of her power scream in her stead. She watches with mild satisfaction and amusement as the power fills the dungeons and her uncle is forced to get on his knees. If not for the slight touch of Azraiel’s fingers on her back, she wouldn’t have stopped until Arthur screamed.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

Jana sat with her facial expression stern and unfriendly. One glance in her direction will scare people away. Although inside she's screaming like a crazy fan girl. Hailey Greystone is a warrior princess! Moves like one and does look like it. The female protagonist presented herself tall and gorgeous in all leather glory. Jana now had a full description of her in person. She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion.

He can do more than that, I saw the girl's expression so surprised and a little terrified. So, opposite to Chaos, very opposite. The girl that he is but he just walks away making me follow him with my gaze, Chaos is not like that he will never save someone without payment—not money but they will always ask them to do something for him or spy or find someone even if it's a girl. So, it’s surprising that he’s different to this girl. What's special to this girl that makes Chaos act like that? “Hey, let me help you.” I said and helped her with her friend.

She immediately chased after it. "Hey, you!!" Hearing Flo's reply, the mysterious figure immediately tried to escape. But judging from her movements, she seemed to be struggling. With her condition like that, Flo easily managed to reach the mysterious figure. However, once she found out the real figure of the person, Flo immediately felt sorry. “Huh ... huh ...” She was a wavy blonde-haired magical girl who was two years older than her. Judging from her gestures and appearance, she seemed to be a Karelian magical girl. In other words, she was the enemy of Floria and her group.

She stomped her feet. "What exactly do you want, Sofia?" I restrained my annoyance. Why did she have to yell all the time? "Just sit here and...Charlene!" She suddenly chirruped and sprang up to meet a girl of her height with an embrace. Charlene? Oh, yes, Charlene, her non-binary friend whose mother was Afro-American. The girl, no, was smartly dressed in a flamingo-pink dress that almost matched Sofia's. Their chestnut hair flopped over their large foreheads. Charlene was a beautiful sight, and Sofia brought them to me.

“C’mon, Cal. You have to go to class. This is an academy,” Ajax, my best friend, arguably my only friend, says. “Why? It’s Elemental Manipulation. What can Kaylani possibly teach me that I don’t already know?” “Charlotte will be there,” he says in a sing-song voice. Charlotte is a fox shifter and she’s as foxy and cunning as her animal spirit. I like her a lot. I like how adventurous she is in bed even more.

Then came Charles. If Alexander was ice, Charles Moreau was wildfire—reckless, volatile, and magnetic in a way Morgan didn’t yet know was dangerous. He wore danger like cologne. He made promises like they cost nothing. And for the first time in her life, someone looked at her not as a pawn, not as a symbol, but as a woman. Their affair ignited in stolen glances: a gallery opening, a brush of hands at a masquerade, a whisper behind a curtain of champagne bubbles. She knew it was wrong. But she was starving—for warmth, for risk, for a taste of something real.