Nothing but a stinking witch

He felt his heart boiling with rage. She wasn't supposed to be sane at all, when did this happen? He could see clearly through her acts and from the corner of his eyes, he knew Finn had fallen for it, the way he was rubbing his feet against the floor. “How is Finn your brother?” He asked with a stretch of his lips, the smile not reaching his eyes. She looked up at him and in 3 seconds, she opened her mouth wide. He was horrified for a moment, thinking she was about to scream only for her to clap her hand over her mouth as tears began streaming down her face. “Finn knows I am not lying.” “I…” “Well, Finn isn't here to say that.” He cut them off, giving Finn a side eye. Just then the door got pushed open and Madam Comfort walked in, stopping in her tracks on the sight of Finn's supposed sister on the floor. “How sure are you that Finn is related to you?” “It is a long story but I am a hundred percent sure.” She responded as she got up to her feet, her eyes moving from him to

Day 24

He jerked awake with a gasp, his hand on his chest. Blinking, his eyes roamed around his room before he fell back into the bed to focus on the large painting of his wolf on the ceiling. The risk he took yesterday trickled back into his mind. He had almost killed Finn and himself in trying to cast the soul transference spell. Madame Comfort had warned him against leaving his room for the day but how could he not? When his mate was locked in with 14 strangers. 14 strangers! He jumped from the bed, slightly staggering backwards when he felt like he heart was about to be torn into two halves. He needed to go see Quinn, he staggered into the bathroom, took a quick shower, threw on a casual T-shirt and shorts and hurried out of the room. On pushing through the barrier he set on the double doors to his quarters, his eyes fixated themselves ahead of him only for him to flinch when a cold hand tapped his arm. On turning with wide eyes, ready to attack, he let out a string of curses ben

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He realized too late that she was faking it the moment he was on the hallway to her room. The way she clung to his neck, her cheeks flushed as she moaned in ‘pain’, the lids of her tightly shut eyes consistently fluttering. He considered letting her drop to the floor, his chest filled with anger. A maid appeared from the shadows in time to push the door to her room open.He stepped in hastily, not paying attention to the state of the room, or wondering why it was nearly pitch black in there. “My tummy hurts.” She cried a moment before he gently laid her on the bed. She still clung to his neck, not letting go as she sniffled. “Please stay…hmmm?” Her voice was barely audible even though she was now talking directly into his ear. “I can't.” He tried to pry her hands off him but her grip was stronger. Something felt significantly wrong…“But you said you like me.” She sniffled even harder, irritating his nerves.He folded his lips in. “Your stomach is hurting dear. This isn't wha

She wasn't mad

Her vision was hazy at first, the ceiling above her blurring into the rough image of the sea. She blinked, her heart starting to beat like crazy in her ribcage.“Damon?”She coughed, her voice coming out harsher than it should.Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath before opening them again, this time wider. She wasn't crazy. Who paints a vivid image of the sea on the ceiling right above the bed!? She didn't like this. She definitely didn't like this. “Damon?” She called again, her eyes moving to scan the room. Wait…She blinked. She had never blinked this much in her life and what was her life about by the way? Who was this Damon she kept calling? She cleared her throat, pulling herself up into her sitting position. “Did I commit a crime or something?” “Why the hell am I locked up in an empty room with just a bed and a weird vivid painting of the sea?” “WHO IS OUT THERE?” She screamed, her breath turning shallow, her eyes darting around the corners of the room in qui

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Nothing but a stinking witch

Day 24

Mark me

She wasn't mad