Third Time's A Charm Novels & Stories

I took another step backward and turned left. "Cold" "Okay" I mumbled to myself. I turned right and he yelled hot. I kept walking in that direction until I got to a point where the road split in three. I took the road at the right. "Cold!" I took the middle "Cold" I took the left turning, "Cold" "Calvin!" I yelled. I took the middle turning. "Hot! Or is it cold?" "Dude, this is so not funny" He laughed at me. I groaned in frustration.

"Winds in the north, run through the trees. Three times three, let them see, let them see. Sands of the east, rich soils beneath. Three times three, set them free, set them free. Fires in the south, awaken from sleep Three times three, let them see, let them see. Water of the west, flow to the seas. Three times three, set them free, set them free. Grant me the powers I seek, let it run through their veins three times three. Once the cock crows by night time, turn them back." He chanted the spell three times over, then he takes a knife and was about doing something with it, but then my time in the past came to an end.

Becky said to her, I tilted my head to the side in support of Becky. “Well in Trina’s defense, you gotta kiss some frogs before you find your prince!” Cole imputed, Becky slowly turned to look at him and I saw her playfully eye him before they both bursted out in laughter. “Tell them! Cole!” Katrina said immediately as she took another bite from her pancakes. “Anyway, what did they say about the fifth time being the charm,” “I think that’s third,” Becky said and I chuckled almost immediately, my eyes still glued to my laptop.

Code Three is when they switch personalities in descending-order switch where they completely traded lives for twenty-four hours. Charles would drop his rigid, controlled personality and take on Chase’s arrogant womanizer role. Chris would step into Charles’s shoes, becoming cold, dominant, and demanding. Chase would play Chris, acting calm, polite, and diplomatic. It was a flawless performance and so far no one has been able to beat them in the game. Charles let out a low chuckle. The stiffness in his shoulders eased, replaced by sudden excitement. “Wow,” he muttered. “You’re even more evil than I am, Counselor.”

The more blows I landed on him, the more powerful they were. Caleb lay on the ground and did not move until his cheeks were terribly swollen. Blood was starting to stain his clothes. I punched him again and watched him collapse to the floor. Suddenly, a filthy charm fell out of his pocket. I recognized the charm. It was the love charm I had thrown away at the mountain back then. It was obvious that Caleb had thoroughly rinsed the love charm. But the mud stains on the charm were like the irreparable rift between us. No matter what he did, we could never go back to before.

But not long before, Rachel asked us to divorce for the fourth time because she believed that the protective charm was considered superstitious and would corrupt her baby. As for me, I was definitely a terrible person since I brought the protective charm home. That was how she ended up causing trouble at home again. When Marcus shot me a questioning look, I knew he would compromise for Rachel again. The protective charm was burned on the spot. He and I even headed to the courthouse in the afternoon. Whenever I recalled this incident, my heart still ached. I suddenly felt like throwing up, so I shook Marcus' hand off in disgust. "You have the guts to bring up that protective charm. Who are yo

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

Charlie, with a mischievous grin, insisted on showing us around the circus, pointing out his favorite acts and sharing his enthusiasm for the magical world under the big top. As we laughed together, Charlie's playful spirit became a reminder of the simple joys that life had to offer. The three of us formed an impromptu trio, navigating the circus with a sense of childlike wonder. Selena, Charlie, and I found ourselves immersed in the magic of the performances, each act adding to the tapestry of our shared experience.

"Are you sure this plan is going to work, Selena?" Sofia asked, adjusting the strap of her red bikini in front of my bedroom mirror. "Of course it will. What guy could resist the three of you?" I replied, overflowing with confidence. Bella turned to face me as she applied a coat of bright crimson lipstick. "Your stepfather looks like a very high-caliber man. What if he’s actually the loyal type?" "Loyalty is just a concept until temptation walks in, Bel. Just trust me," I said, walking over to the large window that overlooked the backyard swimming pool.

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.