Romans & histoires The Book Charmer

the pretty clerk said with a sweet smile. "Thank you Charlotte, I am very grateful," Sharlynn said. After the clerk named Charlotte went inside, Sharlynn decided to wait on the sofa in the corner of the store. Thirty minutes later, Charlotte came out and called Sharlynn. "We can only give you 17,000 euros. I asked for more, but they kept the price the same," Charlotte said with a disappointed look on her face. "It's okay. It's a fantastic price for what I need for a few months," Sharlynn replied happily.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

she hisses, pointing at the book like it’s a rabid animal. I sigh and rub my temple. “Focus. We don’t need another cursed bite mark.” Parker clutches his hand to his chest like I wounded him. “You wound me, Alpha. This hand is essential to my charm.” “Your charm doesn’t work on books,” Trixie mutters. “It’s clearly working on you,” he replies with that annoyingly smug grin. “I’d rather be charmed by a venomous snake.” “Snakes are better conversationalists,” he says.

I shook myself and thought back to everything I had seen since I got here. I flipped back through the book until I landed on a page. It was a love spell, but this one didn’t fit. The charmer had to be wearing something that belonged to the true mate of the spelled. And the spelled had to be wearing something that held the charmer’s sigil. But he wasn’t wearing anything of hers.

"Did she know that she was going to die? Can the charm book show you that?" "The book can do many things as far as I know but it cannot predict when you are going to die but it can give you clues. Your mother was a brilliant woman. She used the clues to figure it all out. She did not want you to feel like she was not present on your wedding day, that is why she made those dresses. She is with you. She never left. Do you understand my precious girl?"

When Charlotte awoke later that morning, she spent the day in the library, researching Amahl, the king of the night demons. The vampires had an impressive library filled with books relating to every topic about the occult and supernatural and she spent the rest of the day reading everything she could find about Amahl and the night demons. She was so engrossed in her research that she didn't realize that it was already evening until Harris came to inform her that dinner was being served in the dining room.

He walked off leaving Janet with a smile as she turned to find her brothers. Damien was chatting with a young woman from Julissa’s news station, smiling as he took several sips of his champagne. After a year of learning etiquette, speech, and the Sanders Charm, Damien found himself still feeling out of place. He couldn’t look the woman in her eye. Something about her made him intrigued and severely shy. It was her eyes he assumed. They were showing him way more than he was ready for as she laughed at him. “You know Damien, you may actually have a client now. Shouldn’t you be selling me on how great your sex is?” She asked, before taking a sip of her drink.

“I will handle him.” “My info wasn’t free Dan. You know everything comes with a price.” Dan caressed her chin. “Name it and you shall have it. For now my little girl is opening the new Sanders building. You are invited as my guest if you want.” He gestured for her to take his arm. She accepted and they were off to the limo.

Plus, life growing up will teach you a lot, and that’s where I draw most of my inspirations from. I’ve already finished 3 chapters when I heard someone fiddling with the knob of my door. It alarmed me so I closed my book and quickly stood up. I slowly walked towards the door, held my hard-covered book up and readied myself for whoever it was. The good thing about hard-covered books? You can also use it as a weapon. My heart was beating so fast inside my chest while I waited for whoever’s planning to invade my room. And when it opened, it revealed a petite woman with a bob haircut. We both screamed upon seeing each other.

I said. Damien nodded solemnly. “It was the charm. And the fact that she a great cook and those this really cute thing whiles she concentrate cooking.” “i am not cute Damien!” I protested. He smiled at me, eyes softening just slightly. “i know and the food, that’s what made me stay.” My chest tightened for half a second. Because even though this was fake, it sounded so real. And for that one millisecond, I caught myself almost believing it.