Uncanny Charm Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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.

A light. My heart is thundering. But I’m not running this time. The air shifts around midnight. The wind stops. The woods go still. And then… A whisper. Not a voice. Not words. Just dread. I take a step forward. My breath fogs the air. My fingers tighten on the charm. And then I see it. Those red eyes. Watching. Waiting. I lift the charm. It glows faintly. The creature growls, low and wrong. Then Kiernan steps out from hiding.

But as Kamon squeezed my hand and smiled at me with complete confidence in whatever came next, I thought maybe complicated wasn't necessarily bad. Maybe it was just... supernatural. [End of Chapter 13]

The title page and table of contents looks normal, but I keep flipping pages to get to chapter one. Two more pages and I’m staring at the first chapter, titled “Finding a Companion.” I almost missed the title completely because my eyes were drawn to the center of the page where there was a rectangular shaped wooden box. All the pages had been cut through the center to fit this box inside, and there was something carved into the box. It was an image of the compass rose and the words “You’re My True North.” I glance back up to the first sentence of the chapter and it reads, “When preparing for an adventure, the first, and possibly most important, decision is who you will choose as your comp

Because whatever future lay ahead, something between us had already begun to shift. A sudden draft swept through the room, snuffing out half the candles in an instant. Shadows leapt across the walls, stretching long and twisted, as if something unseen had stirred awake. Carter and I both froze. The temperature dropped, and the fire in the hearth crackled—then flared, shifting from orange to a deep, unnatural blue. My hand fell instinctively to the charm at my neck, its metal warm—no, hot—against my skin. Carter’s gaze flicked to it, then to the fire, a look of realization flashing through his dim eyes. “It’s starting, isn’t it?” he whispered, voice low, almost reverent.

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Teaser for book 2 coming mid 2023 Chapter One Titan "Can you smell that amazing smell? I thought we were having something lemon for dessert but it never arrived. I keep catching the most amazing fresh lemon scent and my wolf is jumping around in my mind but he doesn't know what's wrong." I say to Our Luna and my good friend Cici. I turn my head trying to locate the scent. My eyes narrow in on a petite redhead and I realise she is staring right back at me.

I whimper out trying to escape the forbidden fruit of his pheromone-based scent, and whatever enthralled spell he had me under before denying the orgasm I didn’t know I could need that badly. Chapter 1.13 Cupcake with Rainbow Frosting, By Vince

Slowly, carefully, I extended my right foot forward an inch, then another, until my boot brushed the base of the shrine. My toes found the charm by feel—small, hard, wrong. I curled my toes and gave it a tiny nudge. It moved. Not far. But enough to break perfect alignment. I nudged again, a little faster, like an unconscious fidget. The charm rolled just out from under the stone lip, lost in the dead leaves and dirt. The prickling under my skin eased a fraction. The wrong smell thinned. Maris went on, oblivious, her hands lifted to the moon like she could drag its light down and bend it to her will.

Yet, I didn’t have the book when I landed myself in my current trouble, so maybe I should do more reading and less acting on my horniness. With that in mind, I flip open the book. I skim past the familiar chapters until my attention catches on something I don’t remember reading before. It’s a chapter farther back in the book, entitled, The Pleasant Torture of Edging from a Nerdy Boy. What the hell are these titles? Though I suppose it is effective. It catches my eye, after all. Quietly lambasting the author in my head, I skim through the chapter. Within it, the heroine is flirting with a shy, nerdy boy who mostly stammers at first – until the clothes come off. Then it’s like he’s an entirely