Penny Halliwell Charmed Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

Abby began to shake her head, equally confused, when the man cut in. “It’s Anthony… Anthony Wells from highschool?” Jesus.

It was… intriguing. “Damien,” the girl in front of me cooed, pulling me back to the present. Her lips trailed along my collarbone. “You’re not even paying attention.” I smirked, catching her chin between my fingers. “I was distracted. But don’t worry, darling. You’re still very… memorable.” A lie — but a smooth one. Her giggle echoed again, but the moment was shattered by the sharp knock on the door. “Damien?” Chris’s voice cut through the hazy air, firm and businesslike. “Event’s about to start. Time to charm the crowd.”

"My brother is a Filipino, I understand what you just said." "Too bad." "Hey! Ayoko na sayo." I hate you already. "Hmm, it sounded weird, coming from you." "Tch. I have an accent, thank you very much. Let's go inside, Cheeto." "Good idea, it's too cold." Megan opened the glass door and the small chimes decorating the frame made a tinkling sound. Their noses were immediately attacked by the welcoming smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and chocolate. She sighed in satisfaction.

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.”

Hide him and devour him. Mine to ruin. Mine to take. Mine to claim. My innocent little lamb…. CHARLIE I can literally hear voices coming from the hall downstairs and I can feel my panic attack coming, if only Hailey and Dailey were here to cheer me. Seriously I wish nothing better than them, they make me feel like I have a mom again, they scold me the same way they embrace me. Especially last night when I was having a break down thinking about how I will be treated in Damiel’s house.

Valencia replied with an apologetic smile. She swift her eyes back at the frightened girl and said, “I’m really sorry you have to hear those, But if you need a therapist after this, you could visit Dr Ana Verlice, just mention my name and you’ll get a 40% discount.” She scurried to the door and left the store leaving the poor traumatized girl in her spot.