Uncanny Charm Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Could he run this fast even as a human? I hid my face in the curve of his neck, feeling his unique scent, the perfume he had exclusively made for himself. I felt the wind diminish, then stop. Suspicious, I looked around me shyly, but honestly, there was no reason to do so. My eyes filled with curiosity; there were countless creatures, humans, and semi-humans all around us. The smell of frying meat wasn't far away, accompanied by the scent of baking bread, sugar, and molten metal. It was countless mixtures of scents that made me lose myself. I let my amazement show when a lizardman walked past us; I watched his tail whip along the ground. I couldn't help but let a smile spread on my lips. God

My shadow stirred. It rose, blacker than the abyss itself, writhing like a living thing. And when the beast roared in the distance, my shadow smiled. For the first time, so did kael. --- ☠️ End of Chapter 1.

And now she found herself remembering how much she missed it. As she turned the pages, the silence wrapped around her like a comforting shawl. She liked this. She could see herself coming here more often. A quiet retreat within chaos. So engrossed was she that she didn’t notice Arnav move until he was standing in front of her. Without a word, he snatched the book from her hands. “Hey!” she protested. She had just reached the climax. “Back with me?” he asked, setting the book aside before taking the seat across from her.

Shе’d be tаkіng аdvаntаgе оf thаt bеfоrе I соuld gеt оut of the buіldіng. She was never оnе tо hіdе hеr fееlіngѕ, аnd I nееd tо ѕtау аѕ fаr аwау frоm her сrаzу сlutсhеѕ аѕ роѕѕіblе [Next POV will be 'Carrie' in Chapter 31] ******** Author Note: Hi, Readers. In "Chapter 14" last paragraph and "Chapter 16" the first paragraph has been fixed and updated. So apparently in "chapter 14" Blake did get caught and what devil deal he made with Jessup, you will guys know in future chapters.

The first book she’d read had barely mentioned charmers, but this one seemed more promising. Hours later, she closed the book and set it on her nightstand. The trouble with reading a no-holds-barred version of history was that unflattering views of one’s self or people were often printed. She had to admit, humans did not look good from a Haunt perspective.

He couldn't bring himself to believe his eyes. Just then, as if someone sensed their arrival, more candlelights illuminated all sides of the house. This brought a sense of relief to their tensed hearts and Gem turned to glare at Mike. “Which of your dead eyes sees a haunted mansion? This is clearly an Old Victorian house. It is the same house we saw on the site, why are you always paranoid when it’s time to be a man?” She snapped. She was tired of him constantly yapping in her ears. He had been rambling about how this was a bad idea ever since they hit a deer on their way, and their vehicle broke down on the main road. “Can you nag Light instead? This whole CNC with strangers was his fucking

I closed the notebook, pressed my palm against its cover, and leaned back in my chair. Outside, the city lights blinked to life. I saw movement across the courtyard. Someone was crossing toward the entrance, carrying takeout, disappearing into the building next door. For a heartbeat, I thought it was him again, but it wasn’t. The disappointment came sharp, then dulled into resignation. Maybe that was the curse of noticing too much because once you started, you couldn’t stop. You begin to read meaning into every glance, every silence, every coincidence. Still, I couldn’t let go.

I took one step forward, then paused as goosebumps broke over my body. “No, no …wait, not yet,” I whispered, staring at my own hands. If the alpha wasn't here, it meant I could be claimed by just any man walking by. That was bad. I should have thought of this, I should have made sure he was close. Oh Goddess. Before I could bolt away, a strange wave crashed into me, sending nerves down my femur as my legs gave way to the ground. A soft whimper escaped my lips as heat curled in my stomach. I pressed my left hand on my abdomen, glancing around, hoping that he is somewhere around here. The next wave of heat came quickly than I expected,stronger than the previous.

CHAPTER 22 – THE KNOCK AT THE SHED ANITA'S POV I don’t think there is a single person alive who could step inside this place and resist the spell it casts. The beauty, the fragrance, the sheer presence of it all is overwhelming. The air itself seems drenched with perfume, the kind of sweetness that lingers on your tongue even after you breathe it out.

They were even cuddling… Charmine’s eyes widened at the sight and felt her head exploding, followed by a sharp pain that expanded from within. Her face lost all color and turned snow-like white. Her entire frame trembled. A moment ago, she still happily assumed that Anthony and Waverly did not sleep here. This sight slapped her right across the face. Charmine’s heart twinged as though ants bit on it, and she, overridden with despair, left. The moment she closed the door, Waverly, who was in bed, opened her eyes darkly. She eyed the tightly shut door and smirked to herself, pleased.