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EVELYN “What will we do with her,” Damon asked. “We can't just let her go and can't keep her here forever, can we?”His thoughts were mine as well. Letting her just go off seemed silly and we couldn't keep her hostage forever. She was still a person after all. Luckily, Declan had an idea that was most preferable and most suitable for the predicament. He decided to compel her to go back to work as normal and tell whoever sent her that she couldn't find anyone. Meanwhile, she would be working for us and reporting to Declan as often as she could. Perfect this way. They all left a few minutes after we sent the lady away. Yeah, it was just Lucas and me in the house. As it has always been. We had a pretty simple dinner and went to bed early that night. It had been a long day. A very long one. Days passed and neither Lucas nor I addressed what happened that day. Honestly, we both tried to act like it didn't happen because talking about it brought only fear to us. “We need to talk,” I sa
EVELYN Okay, this was the kinda mother-son conversation I was always down for. C'mon, who doesn't like hearing about the love life of someone else— you feel all love in the air and it's amazing? Especially when it is teenage love. God! Few feelings can beat this. “So why not tell her you like her? Tilda is a pretty understanding girl," I assured him. “Trust me on this because I have been there. Always let your feelings fly, don't let them keep hurting you in there.”He shrugged. “She is a relationship, Mum, how can I tell her this?”“Hmmmn, let me see. I guess uttering the words will do.”He rolled his eyes at my comment. “She is dating someone else and they seem to be in a good place.”“Oh, I see. But what about you though? Are you in a good place?”He looked away and I could see worry written all over his face. This wasn't easy for him. I knew what it meant to fall in love for the first time. And that made me feel sad that he would never get to be loved back by his first love. Mus
EVELYN I brought the cup of freshly made coffee to my face, taking the aroma into my nostrils. Coffee was great, no doubt, but it smelled way better than it tasted. Karen had just made it— she was great at making coffee. I guess she had to since she was an addict.She was now sitting next to me and I knew she was about to drill every bit of information in my little head until my feelings were flying here and there. To be honest, she had the merit to do so. She had been my closest friend since I was very little and we had gone through thick and thin together. Of course, I had other close friends. But let's say, we were no longer close. Not everyone can forgive you for cutting them off for more than sixteen years. I couldn't blame them. Never had. “Eve, you know I am doing this for you, you have to think about your love life again.”I threw a blanket over myself and Karen crawled under too. “What is the essence, Karen? It is just drama, a lit bit of pain, a little more sex, and jus
TILDA Mum and I were going to a boutique downtown to go get some new clothes. New clothes? Damn right, I was excited. Yeah, I know. I have been through so damn much. From almost being molested by Clenk to almost being kidnapped by a total nutter. Yeah, the last few weeks haven't been too kind to me. There were a few good things that happened and like “motivation gurus” always say in such an intense manner, “concentrate on the positives”. While I was never a fan of these kinds of motivation write-ups, videos or even self-help books, I agreed with that. It never hurts to count your blessings. It never hurts to appreciate all the good things that have happened or are happening to you.The first thing that comes to mind was my relationship with George. So far it has been barely sexual, nothing beyond tight hugs and kisses on the cheeks. What was exciting was that I knew we were beginning to get along. Damn, it felt right. It felt perfect. He was very good at being a boyfriend and I c
P.S: Hi dear readers, just in case you were feeling uncomfortable that there will be sexual relations between minors depicted in this book, I'll like to assure you that it wouldn't happen and no detail of the said “activity" will be in this work. Thanks for your continued support. TILDA I was on my bike, riding to George's house. I had a lot on my mind. A lot of fears and uncertainties. Oh goodness! This was nerve-wracking. It felt ridiculous that I was riding to George's to go sleep with him. Yeah, me— Grace the stubborn little Daddy's Grace. But I wasn't that kid anymore. In a year, I would be an adult. A full-blooded adult. But that was only in the eyes of the law. As it stands, I considered myself one already. I knew sex felt good. I don't know how it would feel but it has got to be good. I have only seen animals “do it" and they always seem happy, I guess. I wasn't sure about chickens though. With chickens, it always felt like rape and was a sad sight to witness. “All is wel
LUCAS“You want that thing off your wrist, don't you?” Max, a girl I had never spoken to, said to me. I knew Max Kane quite well. Everyone in Woodhidge high knew who she was. She was the self-proclaimed queen of the school and was quite attractive. She had short blonde hair that barely reached her neck. Max has very clear blue eyes and a beautiful accent. She was charming and knew how to pick the right outfit for her build because everything she was ever seen in looked perfect on her. That, however, was not all she was known for. Max Kane was a drama queen. Or so they said. I heard she “doesn't take jokes lightly” and was quite mischievous, to say the least. More importantly, Max Kane is very belligerent and very hostile. This was to the extent that she became feared. Why? Well, that was the bit I never really understood. How dangerous could a not-very-powerful witch be?“Uhm . . . I don't know what you're talking about,” I said, my voice sounding way lower than I would have liked i
LUCAS “Dammit,” I yelled out in frustration. And tiredness too. I had spent the last two days searching for this spell and no one could help me find it. Hell, half the witches I asked didn't even know what it was. At this rate, Mum was going to hear about it because I had asked way too many people. I was desperate now.The spell Max talked about was called the Lunarry spell. It was a spell meant for breaking magical bonds, not specific to the bracelet, and from the study, I had just done on it, if I got the spell, my problem would be solved. The only issue was that Max was lying. Yeah, she knew the name of the spell and that it could help me, but what she didn't tell me was that the spell wasn't in the whole of Woodhidge. If it wasn't in Woodhidge then perhaps it didn't even exist. Where else could it be? I tried calling George but he seemed to be very busy with his girlfriend. Man, I know this wasn't his to worry about, but it wouldn't hurt to have a friend helping you out. When
LUCAS You know that thing people say? What's it again? Yeah, I remember. They say something like, “the darkest hour is just before dawn”. Uhm . . . I'm not sure that applies to everyone's life. Sometimes it's just dark and it gets darker and there's never any promise of seeing light. just seems to never come. That's pretty much how I felt at the moment. I had searched for this Lunarry spell and no one knew what it was, or if it even exists anymore. What does that mean for me? Should I give up already?“I made your favourite meal,” Mum said as she finished setting up the table for dinner. “You are going to love this, Luke.”Geez. She still treated me like a little boy. If I coughed, she would quickly get me some water and then embrace me. Yeah, it is that bad, especially when she did this in public. Whenever I complained she would tell me that I was all she had. Whenever I complained about being treated like a kid, she would say, “You will always be my little Luke”. I'm sure I was f