Soa Charming Novels & Stories

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?"

OPHELIA Charlotte burst into my office as if she were commanding a military expedition, two mugs of coffee clutched in her hands and flames in her eyes. "Sweetheart," she declared, slamming the cups onto my desk with a flourish, "hell hath no fury like an angry hashtag. Guess what's trending number one now?" I didn't look up from the papers spread out on my desk. "Let me guess. #WrenFall, still?” I muttered sarcastically.

He asked. Ah, of course. Sofia knew preparing it in advance would become the best weapon to get his defenses down. The thing she mentioned to Dion earlier to loosen the mood was actually a dog. A corgi, to be specific since they were living in an apartment and couldn’t have large dogs. When she was doing her research, she found out that Jean Charme was a massive dog person. He was the main donator for the local pet shelter and had several dogs of his own. She thought by having something in common with him, it would be easier for her to gain his trust.

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"Pull all investment from Donna's company. I'll handle the final meeting myself. And starting now, scale down everything in Fremora. Shift operations back to Carmoria." Leandro Corp had always been Carmoria-focused. But eight years ago, I dragged the whole company back to Fremora—our home country—just to stay close to her. Now, I was heading back to Carmoria. For good. Out of Donna's life, permanently. Then another text popped up. [Let's get divorced. I'm tired.] This time, I didn't stop her. I replied with one word: [Okay.] Next morning, I woke up at eight. From my office, I heard yelling outside.

Soft, warm eyes that hypnotized rather than pierced. Felicity gave herself a little shake and quickly trotted past the store and down the side street. A sleek black-and-white sign read, "Sabine's." Across the street, tourists were already lining up to wait for Garrett's, the famous popcorn store, to open up. By mid-afternoon, Sabine's would receive a fair amount of customers toting popcorn tins as they perused the art and furniture at the gallery. Excellent business, as Sabine often said.

She was dressed all in black, and she looked like she could be a model. This woman was wearing a mask, so her entire face was completely invisible and Amelia didn't recognize the woman either. "You have the perfume?" the woman asked. Amelia nodded and handed it over. The woman took it and held it up to the light, examining it carefully. "This is a very special perfume," she said. "It's called 'Stimulating.' It has a very powerful effect on people. It makes them feel more confident, more attractive, and more willing to take risks."

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.

"Are you sure this plan is going to work, Selena?" Sofia asked, adjusting the strap of her red bikini in front of my bedroom mirror. "Of course it will. What guy could resist the three of you?" I replied, overflowing with confidence. Bella turned to face me as she applied a coat of bright crimson lipstick. "Your stepfather looks like a very high-caliber man. What if he’s actually the loyal type?" "Loyalty is just a concept until temptation walks in, Bel. Just trust me," I said, walking over to the large window that overlooked the backyard swimming pool.

"I haven't heard that name in many years." "Stop. Don't go there." I lifted my eyes from my glass in time to see Charli's golden stare. By the shadows running through it, I knew she now saw what I'd warned her about. Oren Demetri was the devil. "Excuse me," she said. "Is it a bad time for me to return?" I finished the glass of wine, placed it on the table and stood. "No. Your timing is perfect. We're going." Oren stood. "I would so enjoy getting to know you better. It seems that Lennox has other plans."