The Book Charmer Novels & Stories

I reply to her, and she nods her head. "Since you are at home today, why don't we talk about something sweet? I recently started writing a book, you would really love to hear the story, I promise," She squeaks as she stands up from the chair and comes to sit with me on the bed. Did I forget to tell you that Charity is an author? She has written series of books in recent years, but they all flopped, and trust me, you wouldn't want to know why. "Not now, please. I just woke up," I roll my eyes at her before I drag myself from the bed, and head into the bathroom.

Fresh out of the shower, black hair tied into a bun, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, an old sweater, nothing else, and a hypnotizing glimmer in her eyes. “Hello Abby.” “Anthony…”

Charlie seemed to be processing everything she'd just heard, and he was focused on getting them as far away from their pursuers as possible. "There's one thing I don't understand," she said finally. "Why did you give me this atlas in the first place if it was this important? And why is all of this happening now? It's been almost a year." "That's the thing," he said. "I had no idea." He remembered the night he'd given her the atlas - the way her eyes had lit up like he was giving her the world. He saw the way that, even now, her fingers curled protectively around the book's edges, and it made his chest ache with an emotion he didn't want to analyze.

Charm said before flashing a smile full of her whitened teeth. “Right, let’s go with that,” Reiner replied without hesitation. “What is she like?” Charm asked. “She’s…very hard to handle. She’s very unique and full of contradictions. She’s very selfish but very kind at the same time. She knows what she wants and isn’t scared of going after it. She’s very smart but she can be very ruthless and do stupid things at times. She’s very beautiful…” Reiner said before trailing off. “No buts for that last one, huh? I’m quite amazed that you can say all that with a straight face,” Charm said, clearly impressed as she nodded her head.

And because I got mesmerized by his face, I accidentally gave him the wrong direction. A playful smile appeared on his lips. "Would you come with me, then?" I pouted as I played with his hair. "You know I have work, right?" I was working as a children's librarian at the New York Public Library, where we met. "Yeah." He chuckled, making his eyes turn into slits. "I'm just trying my luck." Charlie was half-American, half-Korean. He was so good looking with his mixed Asian and western features. "Come on, just give your fiancé a kiss."

“Let me guess – there was no magical spark and unrelenting passion as for Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth?” “Absolutely,” I agreed, my lips twitching into a smile. “He pales in comparison to the wonderful Darcy.” “You and your books.” She shook her head. “There’s nothing wrong with my books. They give me what I don’t have in real life.” “Like the perfect guy?” “Exactly! And until I have my Mr. Darcy, I won’t stop reading. Charlie was definitely not Mr. Darcy.” “You know something? You’re a really bad liar,” she said out of the blue.

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They

Dad and Mom were only too happy to go with this plan, aggressively ranting about how they wanted to see what sort of scoundrel would dare seduce their daughter. However, when my online boyfriend arrived in a sports car, dressed in custom couture and practically oozing with a refined and aristocratic air, they were utterly dumbfounded. It was only then that they realized he was the heir to one of the most prestigious families in Belhorn—Xander Lorne. Their attitudes instantly took a 180-degree turn, while Marissa's eyes bulged with rage. Due to this one meeting, both Marissa's and my fates changed.

With tears in her eyes, everything became blurry as she walked until she entered the house. Charlotte went to her old single bedroom, needing some time alone. She picked up a romance book she had bought the last time she went to the city. It was an old story. The cover immediately captivated her: a young woman in a dress in a castle and a man in shining armor, mounted on a white horse and holding a sword. Sighing, she let herself be carried away by her imagination. Each line was like a dream, at least in the beginning of the book, where none of the main characters were going through any hardship. She didn’t notice time passing, as usual.

Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger. "Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm. Mherkealla smirked. "I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood. Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.