Southern Charmers Novels & Stories

“Mira...you…” Mira put the finger on his lips to hush him before continuing reciting her vow, “I, Mira Kingsley, surrender my love, my body, my life, and my soul to my one and only true mate Cohen Kingsley. From this moment onwards, I will bear his mark and serve my duty as his mate and Luna of the Southern Werewolves Pack.”

"Well, I'll put your therapist on hold." Twelve hours later – Savannah, Georgia The humidity was the first thing I noticed. California had pampered me. The Southern air clung to my skin like a clingy ex— hot, humid, and unwilling to let go. As the black SUV passed through the Thornwell gates, I kept my eyes fixed ahead. The ride was curved just as it always was. Magnolia trees towered above like ancient, disapproving gods. The house appeared on the horizon. Still monstrous. Still perfect.

"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.

In the case of charmers, mutilated and forced to participate in torture and genocide, maybe some of them preferred to be dead. She would have. The blackest of the charmers, those who participated willingly in the slaughter of Haunt for the chance to wallow in ungodly wealth, were singled out for vilification in the history. The author seemed to relish listing their various crimes and the measures taken to bring them down. It wasn’t pretty. Eventually the Haunt became so successful at killing charmers that efforts had been made to breed them, but that had proved unsuccessful. Charmers were a wildcard mutation, and defied all efforts to recreate on demand. Thank God.

I didn’t even blink, suddenly a large thump was heard at the right side of the princess which she manageably blocked with her arms. Wren slid through the bloody looking sandy ground with her buried two feet, she rolled her eyes to her smoky arms, it slightly stung, then moved her face searching for Luna then another kick to the Princess’s other side, Wren strained grunted as she was swept away by the kick, she then manageably held her ground. The spectators finally gained back their joyful roars as they chanted. ‘The Orphaned Berserker! The Orphaned Berserker! The Orphaned Berserker!’

Yet Clay doesn't breathe another word. Disdain, unlike anything Clay had ever seen before, catches sapphire flaked with garnet. The hostile burn temps Clay to slightly upturn his lips into a poisonous smile. Elegance wouldn't be the first affiliation the elder would grant the boy colored with pastels of a fogged dawn, but the flutter of aggression that spills over Damon's lashes to splash over heated pools, sings of its own special charm. Rouge, untamed. Damon Salvati…dripped of challenge.

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

"And despite what you told me about her husband and ransoming her, I´ve decided against it. You´re being sold as a pair. Quite the exotic mix, two lookers like you. There´s quite a market for that kind of... novelty item... in some parts of the world you know." There is a ring-tone, and he glances down before plucking a phone from his pocket. "Yeah... they´re here. You did a good job. Are you joining us for the fun? Sure, we´ll wait, there´s no hurry. See you later." He nods at the men in the room. "Lock them up." "Like that, Boss?" "I need to pee," says Charlotte. "Are you going to take this tape off?" Klempner hesitates. "If you don´t," she continues, "It´s going to get smelly around here,

In Chicago, years ago, she had her arm draped over Jeremy while he presented to the whole world the game he had built alone but Charlotte is a sweet person, which makes it incredibly hard to dislike her. “Charlotte.” My voice is formal, too formal. “What brings you by?” “I came to see Jeremy.” She has a southern lilt to her accent that makes her tone mellifluous. “I saw the news, you and Jeremy, dating? That makes me so happy, it’s high time his single ass settles down.” “Yeah, thanks.” I reply curtly. “Anyways, I don’t think Jeremy is back from work yet. What do you have there?” My eyes gesture to the box she’s clutching tightly.