All Chapters of Spell Bound: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Mike tried to walk normally, but it was difficult given the pain in his backside. He comforted himself with the knowledge it had felt so good at the time, and he'd rather be the one in pain. He never wanted to hurt Sammy again. He glanced at the boy at his side, mesmerised by how his white hair sparkled in the sunlight. Taking a deep breath, he dared ask the question that tortured his soul. "So, you said you would forgive me—" he started. "Sorry, Mike, I have a meeting with the school counsellor, but I'll talk to you later, I promise," Sammy said before reaching up and kissing him on the cheek. He stopped, feeling his stomach sink as the boy skipped off into the main reception. "He will never ever forgive you," a cold voice spoke up. Mike spun to find creepy Caine. "I can one hundred percent guarantee it." Not wanting to engage in a discussion with the

Jess spotted Kiaan and Sammy sitting on the parks only bench. She approached, Ricky sticking close to her side like a bodyguard or protector. The pair smiled as they looked up, both shivering in their winter coats with their hoods pulled up to shield them from the cold rain. Even Ricky had ditched his usual Nike hoodie in favour of a puffer jacket, and he was famous for not feeling the cold. One time he'd turned up to school during a snowstorm wearing only a shirt and shorts. "Let's do this," Ricky said, taking charge of the group. "I taught Kiaan the spell, just in case," Sammy said. "Just in case of what?" Jess frowned. "What are you afraid is going to happen in there?" Sammy shook his head. "Who knows? I just want to be prepared for anything." Jess nodded and smiled at him, letting him know she understood the sentiment. After his performance in class, Jess

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold. 'I can't wait,' she thought. 'I'm going to make him suffer through the same torment he inflicted on me.' She pictured him on his knees, crawling after her, being forced to take cold baths, starved, and whipped. It gave her no real pleasure other than the sweet satisfaction of vengeance. When he appeared in the doorway, she wasn't surprised to see him, smiling like a dimwit with a bouquet of wildflower