Third Time's A Charm Novels & Stories

Reiner mumbled. “Knight, dear…time is ticking by. You want to try another approach?” Charm asked as she leaned her face into the palm of her hand. “There’s another approach?” Reiner asked cluelessly. “Of course. You can describe your bride-to-be to me, and I’ll make some recommendations. Don’t worry, I’m a pro at this. Oh, it’s going to cost you loads…no worries there either,” Charm said before flashing a smile full of her whitened teeth.

Charlie won again in the second round. After winning two hands in a row, his mood seemed to have skyrocketed. He threw a large handful of one-hundred-dollar chips to Gopher and said, “Change them all into a thousand. A hundred is much too little.” Gopher nodded eagerly and handed the order to a passing waiter. Charlie casually counted his chips before throwing in ten thousand dollars with a small smile. “I want to beat the dealer three times in a row tonight!” Seeing that Charlie was full of confidence and wanted to take advantage of the situation, Gopher immediately winked at the dealer.

She explained as we made eye contact. "The trio means they are three. Triple Terrors means they are three and have dangerous abilities. You sure do not want to get on their bad side for it's disastrous" Charlie warned and I felt shivers run down my spine, my heart racing as I remembered I did cross their parts today. I could picture the glares they directed at me, their icy gaze and I began to experience breath shortness. Though they left without saying or doing anything to me, but what if they were planning a bigger punishment for me?

The man did not answer. "This is the charm the gods used to kill a thousand men in one night. For the sake of my loyalty, they gave me this charm with only one instruction which is a simple one to grasp. They told me to use this charm whenever I want, to whoever I want and to whatever I want. I have kept this charm under my bamboo bed for years, vowed not to use it on any man until today. Don't make me break my promises because if you do, you may not live to see its consequences." The man did not answer and his silence provoked the chief priest until he struck the charm on the ground. The villagers shifted back and the circle grew larger as they feared the impact of the charm the chief pries

“Or, if I am, I’m judging myself just as harshly.” “Have you heard of the Rule of Three?” Shelley asks. Tom and I both shake our heads. “The Rule of Three, or the Threefold Law, says that whatever you put into the world will be returned to you threefold. I use my magic to do harm, knowing that if I do so with anger, or jealousy, or fear, or a desire for power then that negative energy will come back to me, some day, somehow. I will pay for my actions, for good or for ill.”

She wasn't a pure blood Witch by race or even from her family tree which she knew nothing so much about but most times while speaking to her I could have sworn she was one, not just her solitary intellect tucked away in a corner of her brain. It was the fact she does things with ease, knew about dream interpretation, it was the fact that she had gone on an Astral trip for the first time and acted as a pro– Something was up with the lady but right now that was not the bone of contention… I was more concerned about the nightmare I had again, the same repeated one I was having three times in a role and as the saying went — Three times the charm .

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

It had been long since I used the word president, I ignored it like a plague. I stared back at Dallas's slim figure. His lips tore open as I continued, “Yes, the president, according to my sources, had his third attack just before he stepped into the hall.” I laughed, a dark grin pulling on my face. “And you know what they say, third time's a charm.” My assistant finished his little speech. Malice gnawed in me, my past demons swirling back into circulation. He was right, third time was always a charm and if it wasn't, I'd make it be a charm.

“Sounds perfect.” We fell asleep like that, wrapped around each other, dreaming of a peace we’d tried twice to claim. Third time had to be the charm. It had to be. Because I wasn’t sure either of us could survive a fourth delay.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Damien stepped out from behind a rose bush. He looked like hell. I barely recognized him. Unshaven, eyes bloodshot, his suit a wrinkled mess. "What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked. He hated Italy. It was where Isabella’s family broke off their engagement and exiled her from his life. "I've been looking for you for three days," his voice was hoarse. "Chicago, New York, and now here." He took a step closer. I took one back. "Elara, I was wrong," he said, his eyes filled with desperation. "I was so wrong. Come back. Come back with me."