“Mom, what are you doing here?” I said after ending the call.She stormed toward me and snatched the phone from my hands. “Cassidy?” Mom tried to open my phone, but a code was protecting it. “How could you! Our family was broken by magic, yet you work with a witch. Do you not care about us at all?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Tears of sorrow ran down her freckled cheeks as she pulled at her red hair.Mom was extremely unwell. It’s not okay to have extreme mood shifts within minutes.“No, Mom,“ I said, taking my phone back. “Elaine is a friend, and she only practices white magic.”“White magic is Devil’s worship in disguise. It’s unholy and unclean. Magic destroys lives and souls just like it did to our family,” said Mom. She was not ready to calm down or listen.“Okay, Mom,” I said, tossing my phone onto the bed. “Relax.”Mom grabbed me by the arms. “Promise me, Cassidy. Say that you would never go near any magic or witches. You must promise me.”Mom’s outrage was scaring m
Back home, I was lying in bed thinking about the strange incident that occurred at the end of our date. I had to take Mason to the hospital as he complained about a burning sensation in his right arm. I thought he had a low threshold for pain until the nurse rolled up his sleeve, revealing a big, fresh burn mark. The doctor kept asking him how he got a second-degree burn, but he swore it wasn’t there before his fall on the street. It was bizarre. “Someone pushed me. My arm is burning.” His words spun in my head. Who pushed him? There was no one around. There wasn’t even a bush or tree around us for a person to hide.Mason went home, concluding he must have lost his balance and fell, but what about the mark? How could he have burnt himself with just a fall on concrete?Elaine’s warning was the only rational explanation for it. It must be a disturbance that I, as the summoner, was facing.I had already sent a text to Elaine explaining the whole incident. She and Mike must have been fed
I threw all the bloodstained clothes in the washer immediately. No matter what I did or used, the blood wouldn’t come out. I washed them multiple times before breaking into tears on the laundry room floor. My aunt had struck again. Her prey was Mom now! I was not going to let her take another parent from me. I decided to burn all her bloodstained clothes. But I need to talk to my siblings first.I wrapped the sinister doll in a cloth and put it in a bag to take to the hospital.“See this,” I said to my siblings, showing them the doll in Mom’s private hospital room. “Mom is not sick. Our aunt wants to end her!”“I’ll call a priest,” said Derrick, leaving the room.“What would we do now? A priest can’t break a spell. We’ll lose Mom.” Mia began sobbing uncontrollably.Despite my wet eyes and panicked heart, I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her. “I won’t let anything happen to our mother. If only magic can break magic, I have a plan.”I continued to tell her about Elaine, sex spir
The night was the hardest. Elaine and Becky had left after inquiring about Mom’s health and the doll a little more. I tossed and turned in bed. Too many questions were spinning in my head.What would I say to Mason? Was my incubus still watching me from the shadows? Would we share another steamy session that night? I was not in the mood for anything. My siblings had informed me that Mom was still unconscious. Nothing was wrong with her body. The doctors called it a case of an unexplained coma. My tensed body was ready to put out if the spirit asked for it. All I cared about and wished was for Mom to regain consciousness. Waiting for something to happen, I dozed off. The annoying sound of my blaring alarm woke me up. My hands turned it off, accidentally knocking it down. I sat up on my bed, rubbing on my heavy head. My body felt sore and unrested. I believed it to be a quick nap when my eyes noticed the daylight peeking through my curtains. “Shit!” I said, picking up the alarm cloc
He was my Incubus, Desmond. It was him. Damn, he was gorgeous!He still had me trapped between his arms against the wall. His intense gaze was making me weak in the knees. The gold in his eyes was glittering. I had never seen hazel eyes reflect light like that. It was like staring into another planet—one of desire and passion. “Want me to jog your memory more?” He asked in a seductive whisper. As close as his face was to me, it was torture. I could feel his hot breath on me. He was no ordinary man. Everything about him was turning me on. He breathed down my neck, and I surrendered a little. My body was sensitive to him and him only. Not even Mason could make me aroused like that.The memories of my first time with Desmond came before me. I could see it in my head and feel it in my private parts. Once his lips brushed against my lips again, it was game over for me. I grabbed his chiseled face and sucked that gorgeous mouth of his. He responded enthusiastically and turned it into an
I was in Desmond’s hefty arms before my brain could contemplate the situation.He carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed like a bride. His face hovered close to my face, gazing intently into my eyes. The power of his eyes was something else. It was like staring into two multi-chrome suns, holding the power to blind your logical thinking instead of the eyes.His pink lips were inching toward my lips. Before they could touch, I put a hand between our mouths and pushed him back. “Get away from me!” I pushed harder.He stepped away and raised his hands in the air. “Just trying to help you. I think you fell for something at the door.” He winked at me like the little seductive devil he was.“Move away from me more. Your back must touch the door. I don’t want you anywhere near me,” I commanded, covering my eyes with one hand. There must be some magic in his eyes that he was using to hypnotize me. I was not driven by lust, especially not for some douche who had hurt my friend Mason
I watched the rain pour from Becky’s front-row passenger seat. She had picked me up after work on my request. We were parked on the street close to a store. The lack of sleep I had been experiencing for several nights was taking its toll on my mental health. A lot was going on in my head. It was spine-tingling to think that I could lose Mom in a week. How could someone be so heartless? Also, Desmond’s face kept flashing before my eyes. The way he spoke and behaved was confusing. His character was still a mystery to me. For multiple reasons, I didn’t say a word about him presenting himself as more than a non-solid ghostly apparition to me. The embarrassment of getting sexual with him out of lust was one of them. However, I also wished to give him a chance to prove himself. If Mom didn’t get better by midnight, I decided to expose that secret to Elaine.According to Mia’s latest update, Mom was still in a coma. “Your Mom would wake up soon, Cass. I know,” Becky comforted me from the
We sat in the waiting room while the doctors ran some final tests on Mom. I finger-combed my strawberry-blonde hair. Without makeup, bags under my eyes, and hair in disarray, I looked like a hot mess. Desmond might cancel our contract if he saw me in that condition. Other matters aside, I at least owed him an apology for treating him too harshly. It was generous of him to bring Mom back to health when I refused to provide what he wanted.I scanned my environment and found Becky missing. “Hey, where did Becky go?” I said to Mia.“She went to her car to grab a spare shirt or something. I think she spilled something on her clothes,” Mia informed me.“Okay,” I said, putting my fingers in my hair again.“You are brave, Cass. Among us three siblings, you’re the one who did something to save Mom. I’ll never forget the sacrifice you made for our family,” Mia remarked. Her thankfulness melted my heart. It was nice to be acknowledged by someone.I hugged my sister. “Thanks. Your words mean a l