Miss charming and fierce Novels & Stories

“Apart from beauty, I believe charisma, good behavior, and sexiness are other factors. I was going to be honest as you said and give ratings on those four factors.” Annie calmed down a little now, “Go ahead.” “I will start with charisma,” I began honestly. Since she asked for honesty, I would give her what she wanted. “Maggie is more charismatic than you are. She has an insane aura and that’s one of the reasons why she is so successful. She has men falling for her every moment.” “Continue,” Annie told me calmly. Even though she was calm, I knew she wasn’t enjoying this at all. “As for good behavior, you win there,” I continued. “Maggie is rash and brutal. She is also inconsiderate at times.

Charlene pouted as I was about to shut the door. "Oh? Who’s the charmer in that one?" I asked curiously. "Declan of House Storm. He is perfect, cocky and mocking, yet charming." Charlene sighed dreamily. "Ah, His Caged Princess." I smiled before shutting the door and walking down the hall, unable to stop the shiver that ran through me. Goddess! It was freezing out here.

No matter how sweet she smelled or how striking she looked, that witch with the fiery red hair was pure evil. With every step closer, his wolf grew more restless, more feral. Then he came out of the woods where the river ran freely. The man came to an abrupt halt; not prepared for the sight. The witch he loathed with everything in him rose from the river, water cascading down her body. Her fiery hair plastered to her face, clothes molded to her curves, and in the sunlight, fuck, she shimmered like pearls in the sea. His gaze trailed downward to her curves. The dress was sheer enough to give him a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage. Sean swallowed, his imagination turning wild. She was even

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.”

“I hope you're not planning on contesting for Miss. Emerald High? You must be tired of losing to me. I'm not sure if you're done healing from your last failure. Don't hurt yourself further. “She says, and I glare at her. “What makes you so sure you're winning Miss. Amber? “I question, and she raises a brow at me. “Listen, this dream of yours of winning this contest will bite the dust. I'm going to be the one who wins it, and most definitely not you. “I add, and she scoffs. “You seem extra confident, ma'am. You're talking like you have some wishing fairy. I'm way better than you in every way. You can try, but you'd never be like me. “She says, and I smirk. "Of course I'd never been like you.

the girl is a dog a while ago, but now, she turned to a human, with goddess-like features. A magnificent human. A beauty that can be compared to Elizabeth. A rare face of a woman indeed. A face of an angel. She had a fair skin, no freckles, no imperfections, curvaceous body, soft long blonde hair, sharp nose, and red lips. She is not like any other French women in the cities down the mountains, who are overly decorated with cosmetics, and placed with corsets, even if they are fat. This woman is simply dresses, without any synthetic work made on her. She is like a breath of fresh air for the horny old man. He felt smitten upon seeing the young woman, who is in her early twenties.

There was unmistakable affection in his voice when he said their names. “Elaina is stubborn and brilliant. She would fight an entire army barefoot if she thought it would help someone she loves. And Amica…” His lips twitched into a soft smile. “Amica is… a whirlwind. A pretty little girl with wild curls that never stay down, and this ridiculous smile that makes you forget whatever you were angry about." He chuckled lightly. “She’s curious. Dangerously curious. And mischievous enough to give the elders grey hair.” I grinned. “Mischievous how?”

"Truly? There are whispers about her at the forge. Tell me, what kind of wolf is she really?" Madison didn't need a second invitation. She began a long, vitriolic tirade, painting Brooke as a manipulative, vengeful creature and exaggerating every perceived flaw. Charis listened intently, concluding that Madison’s hatred for Brooke was a bottomless well. She also saw that Madison was vain and easily led. A perfect tool. "I had no idea Brooke was such a dark soul. I actually found her quite charming before. I am deeply disappointed to learn of her true nature." Charis shook her head, a mask of false sorrow in place.

Charlie said sternly from the front, “Be quiet.” Rex looked innocent. Bianca glared at him with her big round almond-shaped eyes. She had naturally sweet features, like a fresh-faced girl next door when bare-faced. But she deliberately went for a sultry little vixen style—coquettish, flirtatious, and polished to perfection. Sweet yet seductive, a killer combo. When she turned on the charm, no man could resist. But today, she’d suffered the greatest humiliation of her life.

I let out a few hiccups and snort as I try to sniff away the snot gathering in my nose. Moments later, the front door slams open and loud clicks of stiletto heels resound in the mansion. They seem to be heading in our direction. Suddenly, Charity burst around the corner, furiously, “She’s your mate, isn’t she?!” she screams. “The reason you wouldn’t mark me as your chosen mate?! He’s mine, bitch! Come here, bitch, so I can rip you to shreds!” she screams, her wolf’s claws protruding from her fingers. CASSIUS