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32. Ginger Garlic.
The egg york sun poured through the windows of the room and came directly to his face.
Maddox tossed to the other side, covering his face with a pillow.He was dreaming about that same girl...he met her on the beach of the Maldives.Both of them were happy...her eyes so warm towards him, touch so gentle.Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. Long, wavy red hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from crimson fabric.Her smile was so pure...so natural. It could soften any beast's heart.She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness.She was the kind of girl that women loved to hate and men eager to get.Her skin was like silk over the glass and she radiated intelligent beauty.He was so happy...the smile could not leave his handsome face."Maddox..." her sweet voice reached into his ears like a beautiful melody.Maddox Dasher was losRelated chapters
Dasher 33. Witches Party.
"Sire, you don't have to go all by yourself. We can handle the matter..."Maddox was going through his phone when Conrard grabbed his luggage.Still burying his head to the phone he answered, "Yeah, I can see that...""No, Maddox. I will personally go and find the..." Conrard was being interfered by the sweet female voice saying, "Find who?""My soul..." Maddox spoke calmly.He knew his sister would react if he reacted awkwardly. So he decided to remain calm."Brother, is there something you want to tell me?" Vlora walked in sitting beside him, her hand gently caressed his strong one."No, sister. Its nothing I can't handle" was his sincere reply."Now, that I have my ring...I have no threat to anyone." "Maddox stood up to his 6'3, started walking he turned around saying, " Also, please don't let Blanca know about this..." With that, he turned to walk until he stopped by her sudden speaking."Ah, brother! I almost forgot to te
Dasher 34. Til My Casket Drops.
"There are no such things as witches. Those are only mythical creatures," Pidge let out a scoff combing her hair."Yeah, but just imagine. All three of us being witches and with a wave of our hand we find out the who exactly the baby daddy is..." Rosina was lost in thoughts.An imaginary world running through her mind."Okay, now if you are done with your fantasy world...why don't we just go?" Pidge turned around and spoke.They were wearing black, perfect outfits for a funeral.Winter's aunt had died and the funeral was being arranged by the rest of the family."I wonder where is she going to live, now?" Pidge sighed and she grabbed her bag."She can come live with me, though. I mean now that her evil aunt is dead..." Rosina shrugged her shoulders and Pidge quickly hushed her up."Stay quiet, Rosina! She'll hear us..." They stood at the front of the funeral. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect of maybe there we
Dasher 35. Sixty Years Of Coronation.
"Thank you for bringing Crystal here. Also, if you are planning to stay here a few more days...I can arrange the guest house for you..."The witches exchanged looks and smiled, "We are not planning to stay with you but we've arranged for our visit here.""Sisters, please do not create a fuss in the city. This is not a small town but a big city..." Vlora spoke impassively."No killings, please..." she added."Are you telling us to starve?" asked Pesta with a raised brow."Of course not..." Vlora scoffed and continued," All I'm saying is to...go in the woods for that...""Don't worry, mother. I'm going to take the witches there..." there came an innocent voice of a little girl but she was a bombass just like her mother."Crystal, you have done enough...little one. Go to bed," said her mother.Vlora was a single mother of a six-year-old girl...who was as spoiled as her mother was.Being the only girl in the family can explain a lot. Ma
Dasher 36. Almost Got Her.
Maddox reached England, his homeland. Many flashbacks of memories came across his mind.He was born in this country. The town he used to live in was Richmond."It feels like home, Conrard..." he spoke taking a deep breath."May you find your heart in your own home..." answered the bodyguard.They went to his old house where the Dasher family lived for years, where all of them grew up.He ambled through the narrow lane between several fleets of bungalows and chalets on either side cemented with an uneven stretch of glossy, varnished cobblestones. He was visiting his old family mansion after seven years and still the vicinity seemed untouched by the usual hustle and bustle of the huge, polluted, metropolitan cities. The white stucco bungalows on his sides were tinted with peeling lemon coloured paint at the corners. Several blotches and stains of coffee and brown coloured sludge were splattered over the walls. Steep stone steps were leading towards the bungalo
Dasher 37. The Wind Singer.
Its been two months and Pidge was busy in her life without Dylan something was missing.He kept on promising that he would come back soon.She had been hearing to this lie since forever. Winter became busy too. All four of them were living together at Rosina's.They share equal rent of the house and all the other expenses.Lia was in her second trimester, her first three months has been passed.People started knowing about her pregnancy. The three of them were only worried about Pidge. She became sad...quiet...lost.Dylan had no hope of coming back. Mrs Willow had cancelled the wedding venue for the third time.He said it may take some more time. Pidge had lost all the hope for getting married.Madison had asked her to go to New York to him but two of her friends needed her.She could leave the bakery and Lia and Winter at this crucial time.She made dinner for the girls and they were chatting in the living room."Le
Dasher 38. A Little Wicked.
Maddox Dasher walked down the stairs, his appearance changed.The neatly pressed suit he was wearing in a dark blue colour looked dashing on him, his hair spiked up carefully, the beard was gone and it was perfectly groomed. Maddox Dasher had this amazing smile on his handsome face, he was holding the hand of his six-year-old niece.Together they stepped down the stairs as if some kind of royals, their clothing expensive.He went to talk a few businessmen, his clients and family members.Crystal, on the other hand, ran to her witches friends."Oh, you can do magic?" Crystal spoke amazed. "Yeah and I assume you can not do magic as you are not a witch," a little girl named Syra said to her, proudness on her face.Vlora who was walking by heard them and waited for the reply of her daughter."Well, witches are always servants. Their motive is to serve us...the Dashers. Don't forget..." Vlora felt embarrassed and quickly rushed to her daught
Dasher 39. What Happened In The Maldives?
Leticia had reached to the garden when she was being stopped by a familiar voice."Leticia!" Vlora called out and she paused."Now what? Ms Dasher...I won't help that idiot girl," she rolled her eyes."No. Help me instead," said Vlora.Both of them were sitting in a circle, ahead of them was a bowl of black water, the hair of Maddox's beard was soaked in it."O sisters of nature! I call upon the similars to answer me! The kindest of the kind, the Dashers wants our help! Answer me and tell me what happened to Maddox Dasher?"The water in the bowl began to go swirl and the wind was blowing rapidly.Vlora kept on sitting quietly when Leticia observed the bowl of water, staring deep into it."Something happened in the Maldives."The moment Leticia informed this to Vlora, her eyebrows were knitted in confusion.Maddox went to the Maldives right before they came.Conrard was the one informing them that he lost his ring and was g
Dasher 40. Delirious New York.
Maddox woke up early and went to the company or as he said this to his family.He went to the Dashwood Cruising and asked about the sales.People were booking the five-star luxury yachts he was providing.Tonight was the wedding of the Mayor's daughter. He went to check up on the workers.It was early morning the sun wasn't up yet. The cold breeze giving terrific vibes, the birds chirped flying in a queue. The shore was silent, no one except his workers decorating the huge yacht for the wedding.He stood at the end of the shore, his hands in pocket and he explored the surroundings. Whenever his eyes roamed, he felt fascinating.Only if he could just lose himself in this calm sea...maybe all the stress will wash away...the eagerness, the curiosity to make things his.Maddox has always been the guy who gets what he wants...not asking someone to get it for him. He makes his room.He made his name as a famous businessman by his hard work. The owne
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