Southern Charmers 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?"

They laughed loudly, splashing their feet in the water right next to Alexander's lounge chair. Alexander opened his eyes. He looked surprised to see three unfamiliar women in highly revealing swimwear in his backyard. He sat straight up, staring at them with a deep frown. "Who are you?" Alexander asked, his voice deep and authoritative even from a few yards away. Sofia stepped closer, walking sensually along the edge of the pool. "Hello, Mr. Alexander. We’re Selena’s friends. Sorry for just bursting in, but Selena invited us." "Selena invited you?" Alexander repeated, his eyes immediately scanning the area for me.

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

"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.

I sigh and look at the crew who are standing around, unsure of their orders. "Howell. Tell the men to start going north. Look out for anyone and follow any leads if you must, alright?" I order. "Lets go to Greensburg then we'll-" "Oy! Charlie! A bloody man! Right where Nate shot!" one of the crewmen yells out. Nate suddenly stops at the door of his room and with a crooked smile on his face, he laughs and looks at me."Alright men! FOLLOW HIM. Full speed ahead. The winds are in our favor today! Ye heard me! Get a move on you dogs!" he roars.

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.

he let out, watching the scene in front of us with shock. Gasps were heard as soon as Emma said those words. "Do you, Emma Jones, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, promise with your life that you will be loyal to me, your Luna?" Charlotte asks her. "I do Luna Charlotte," Emma knelt to Charlotte, showing her neck and submitting to her. "I accept. Rise." The crowd cheers, they are shouting Charlotte's name. I can't understand these people before they showed disgust and disappointment toward her, but now they cheer her on as if she is some God.

He had thought that Leon's revenge was over, but it had just started. "Wait! I—I have something to say!" Charlie hurriedly tried to stop Leon. "You should leave any last words for after I cripple you!" Leon ignored it as he intended to resume his attack on his right leg. "Don't! I'm warning you: the Southern Boss sent me this time!" Charlie panicked and hurriedly used the Southern Boss' name. "What? The Southern Boss sent you?" Leon was shocked. His foot stopped mid-air. "That's right! The Southern Boss wanted to recruit the Scammells. He asked me to support the second line of direct descendants," Charlie said proudly as if it was incredible for him to be helping the Southern Boss.

“That’s okay with me, now I understand why you're known as the charming gentleman.” His face was engulfed in confusion to what he remarked, “Charming gentlemen? Who gave me that nickname?” he inquired. “You don’t know? your employees gave you that nickname, I just overheard it a few days ago.” “I’m not sure about the gentleman part, even my mother tells me that I’m a bit apathetic and harsh once I open my mouth.” Dion affirmed.

She swallowed hard, and for a moment, she looked a bit confused. — But there's something I don't understand, why do I smell like caramel? — Human faith has its stages, the smell of caramel starts in childhood, changes as you grow, so do angels know what kind of faith you have? But demons can also feel, because of this, they know who is most susceptible to them — I understand, well... now I'm going to sleep, Logan. I want to get to college early, so I can lock it up as quickly as possible.