The Book Charmer Novels & Stories

She had to summarize all that in that first encounter or otherwise she would be wasting her time. He was looking down at his book, legs crossed. “Love is A Dog From Hell” by Charles Bukowski. An excellent choice of literature, she thought. He was wearing a long-sleeved knitted sweater and washed-out blue jeans, dark brown leather boots, too clean for hiking boots, he looked more like an indoor guy.

After all, all she had done since I arrived at the pack was help me. "Okay," I replied and she led me into her study. I had no idea if she did it on purpose but the book I held the other day was wide open, and I couldn't avoid looking at it. Leemah looked closely at me as if I would cast a spell so she would learn the spell or something. I had no idea why but I could not shift my gaze from the big book. "You can touch it. Open it." She said in almost a whisper. I swallowed hard, my gaze still pinned on the book. There was something about the book like a magnet that didn't let me shift my gaze no matter how I tried.

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

She bring her sister knew that how Elara react when she was nervous. Charlie slowly opened the package. And then— he froze. Not dramatically. Not enough for anyone else to notice immediately. But Elara noticed. Because she noticed everything about him. His expression changed to something pleasant. His fingers rested against the cover and his eyes landed on the book as his fingers traced it's cover and the title. A beautiful printed edition of "The Little Prince." The book he wanted, but couldn't find time to go and search for it in stores. For one brief moment, something changed in his expression.

I trailed off for a moment before continuing, "Chiseled muscles that I really want to caress. If other methods didn't work, why not try a succubus' charm? "Most important…" I purred alluringly, "I can feel the endless charm that you carry." Even as the Darkness began to shudder, I brushed my finger over my lips as I spoke calmly, "As for my wish… I wish to be conquered by a truly powerful Entity, dominated from soul to flesh, and to die in pure ecstasy." I could hear the other Players gasping behind me, but I kept going, every word I spoke a poison seeping into his consciousness. "That includes hyperventilation, shudders, and blanked eyes as I lose myself again and again as I climax."

Then there is your talent for being quiet and unobtrusive when we are with other people, which only adds to your air of mystique. ‘Mystique?’ Charley grimaced. "I’m just shy, you know that." "Except with me..." the sunlight glossed his dark hair as he sent her a grin. "... which is when another of your amazing talents puts in an appearance—the wildly passionate and sometimes downright provocative you, like you’re being now." "I am not being provocative!" Charley protested. "What would you call the way you are sitting there curled up in that seat like an innocent kitten when you know your skirt has ridden up to the tops of your thighs?"

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

Her cheeks tinted pink and a cool breeze made her gasp as she finds herself in a very strange emotion at that moment. Clenching her teeth, she tried not to see that guy but she gave up, she slowly turned her gaze to know if he still there. To her surprise, he’s still there but his attention is somewhere else. Realizing that she’s wasting her time, Charlotte turned her attention to the book but she couldn’t study anymore. Something very uncomfortable yet exciting is happening to her. She closed the book immediately thinking it’s all because of her family problems as she wants it only to be that way.

the man handed her a paper bag full of breads. “Thank you, Mister. I won’t refuse your offer; I haven’t got that much money to afford eating breakfast. I truly appreciate this.” Elizabeth smiled sincerely towards the man. The man found himself walking towards the wooden door. Elizabeth began eating the warm bread. She is so hungry. The herbalist is a young woman in her late twenties, with smooth, fair skin, long wavy blonde hair, sharp chin, round eyes, aquiline nose, long eyelashes, red, luscious lips, and a smile that can light up a whole room. Her eyes are shining with glee. She is the leader of herbalists in France, and her abilities range from using unpopular plants growing in murky wat

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.”