บททั้งหมดของ Love Spell: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Yolie:Mégas Alexandros. WowI'm stunned. Someone brought my lunch and I ate what I couldz but I know I can't put this off any longer. I wanted answers and finally it seems I will get some.Mégas Alexandros.I'm sitting on the window landing with the phone in my hand. I can't believe it. But it has to be him. After all, he's Greek, he's filthy rich, even the age at which he supposedly died matches what he appears to be now, about thirty-two or thirty-three years old.Also, the way he talks, the way he behaves, as if he were the master of the whole fucking universe, must be part of his personality, all those traits can’t have been acquired after his conversion. I turn on the cell phone screen and continue reading.King of MacedoniaHegemon of GreecePharaoh of egyptKing of asiaGreat King of Media and PersiaWhat a string of titles. I only need to include... inveterate womanizer, psychopathic kidnapper and vampire, obviously.Dynasty ArgeadasFather Philip II of MacedonMother Olympia

Alex:I've spent two days staring at my cell phone like an idiot. My companion at "dinner" last night got very angry, Cleo is one of those women who demand the total and absolute attention of the man who is close to her and my constant checking the arrival of messages offended her.Luckily, the Egyptian understood my situation and I managed to win her support. Of the five members of my coven, with whom I have interviewed these two days, she is the only one who has expressed herself in favor of what I want to achieve. Before, a few centuries ago, we would have ended the night in a session of rough, perverted and unrestricted sex. Cleo was more than willing, I wasn't in the mood.Worry has made me return six hours earlier than expected. Truth is, I feel prey of a huge and irrational fear. I know my little witch will be well cared for by Patrick, he will protect her with his life from any external threat; what I’m afraid of is her own fragile mental stability.If too much information is

Yolie:Well, the interview with Alex this afternoon ended on a rather sinister note. His warning still rings in my ears. I must say that I was very surprised when he said he is unable to resist me for long, I thought the only one affected by uncontrollable attacks of lust was me. It's a relief to know that whatever is causing this affects him, too.I unbuckle the belt that holds the book covers closed and look at the first page. It is written in intelligible symbols. They are like some kind of runes. I bite my lip. Alex said that the book was sealed with magic and also said that the Sorceress's magic resides in my blood. Before I lose my nerve, I rummage through the drawers of the nightstand and find a box wich contains hundreds of colorful pins.In the movies, every time the protagonists faces a similar situation they take a carving knife and open a gigantic wound in the palm of their hands. Thank goodness this isn’t a movie.I prick my index finger with the pin and squeeze the tiny

Patrick:The witch is... unpredictable. After several hours of sharing with the children of the orphanage, she made me look for an ATM, extract the money and make a cash donation of the money my master had allocated for her shopping expenses today.I must say that more than surprised I'm in admiration. Undoubtedly, this wouldn't be done by any of my Lord's former lovers, not even my Lord, who is so benevolent and merciful at times has seen fit to donate money to this institution.It is possible that she didn't do such an act of kindness driven by true altruistic intentions, but by a desire to contradict my Lord, but it doesn't matter. With this charity, she has earned my respect.The other girl is a bit more troublesome... she was powerfully aroused the whole time. The scent of her desire was strong and evident, at first I believed that the moisture between her thighs was due to her interaction with the witch.I thought that maybe the cuban girl has that effect on everyone who came in

Alex: I've lost her. For a moment I held her in my arms, as warm and restless as a little dove, then she turned around and sulkily spat at me like a wild cat. I groan. I thought that by today she would be more susceptible to my advances, but I was mistaken. I'll have to wait. Zeus! It is an ordeal. Wanting her so badly and not being able to have her. All these days of forced abstinence are going to end up unhinging me. Today is Wednesday, we have already had dinner and she has not had anything relevant to report. There I was, at one side of the table, burning like a coal and at the other one she sat, as if nothing else, devouring a plate of spaghetti with double cheese. At this rate I will end up pouncing on her and taking her by force, although... if I try a little harder I could cajole her while she is half asleep, grunting in frustration I remember I promised not to enter her room while she sleeps. Patrick's mouth around my member is good, but it does not completely satisfy this