Affinity Novels & Stories

The damp weight of his shirt did nothing to hide the heavy pull of his chest as he breathed, the fabric sticking to every hard line and curve of his torso. She couldn't look away from the way his hair, dark and messy, clung to the nape of his neck, or the way a single drop of sweat tracked a slow, agonizing path down the sharp edge of his jaw. He moved with a lazy, post-workout ache, his shoulders seemingly wider than the doorway. When he reached for a bottle of water, the muscles in his forearms flexed. He looked flushed in the best way possible.

She placed her hand on my chest with her eyes going all deem and her lips being showcased to me just to draw my attention. She was obviously going to do something silly, but I was a man of my words and would never look at any other woman just as I promised Jayden, My son. I immediately moved my body away from her reach and unashamedly, she came closer again, but this time with a whisper of hate. "Abby once had an affair with Jack, she also has a baby for him, why don't you let her go when she's still lying to you, Alex?. I won't deny you, not once"

"And also, I don't take actions on mere suspicions. There need to be proofs. Solid proofs. Maybe your efforts of not being in my suspicious persons list has actually landed you in it," Roshanay just bit her lips, "I apologize," "There's no need for that, Roshanay. But you should know this well and as crazy as it may seem. I need you to commit these words in your memory. Your body belongs to me. You belong to me. You carry my name with you so if any other man touches you or you're in the vicinity of a man and you keep it from me then you're not tainting just your name but also my name which is associated with you until your last breath. And in this case, you both will be punishable. I'm a mad

FIONA'S POV. “How about this lip tint?” Amanda asked, walking up to me as she applied it on her lips. I shook my head. “Hmmm, I'm not sure about that. It doesn't look like your style. It looks weird.” I hit her butt jokingly as I checked through the shelf. “I want to try more something bolder. Most of the ones I have are cool colour and moreover guys are attracted to bold girls.” she giggled. “You are such a slut.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I replied with a little hint of sarcasm and she smiled, then touched my left cheek gently. "I'm always proud of you, Aidan. Put that in mind. And I love you, too. Same as your sister." She uttered and I looked down to the floor. I don't know but she just has this soft spot in my heart when she talks like that. But my father? All that matters to him is our performance in school and our community, in which I sucked big time for being a lesbian in the first place, and the rest is me being dumb at school and a trouble maker. I just know that I'll never get his favor and I know that I have no role to play with his business. I'll just leave those to my ever so smart and brilliant sister. Because s

I spent the next couple of days just resting and doing some research on witches and magic so that I could get a better understanding of it all. During my research I found out that the affinity you have all depends on what your ancestors had before you. So all fire witches have fire witches for ancestors. In the beginning when you could have multiple affinities, yet again not all witches could but if your ancestors did then you were more likely to have aswell. This is why it is still baffling witches to this day how that dwindled down to just one affinity.

Anty jasra say and drag my mum out of the room. I walk to thé bed and sit on thé edge, I stare at him studying every feature of him with a smile on my face, this fair handsome afro guy is going to mine. "Ya hafiz."I say touching his face with my hand and his eyes snap open. Hé smile and remove my hand from his face ya hafiz say anytime i touch him he kinda feel weird and uncomfortable. " How are you feeling?"i ask worriedly and he smile. "I'm ok.

Bit Some years ago, my sister was always pushed to get married by all her relatives. The first sentence they asked her “When will you get married? You’re not too young not to care for this problem.” She never said it again, anytime she smiled. For recent years, no one in the family and relatives talked about her marriage. After all, they thought he needed a baby to rely on in her old age. This ideology has been popular abroad for hundreds of years, but my mother is a rural woman who is bound by the old, outdated ideas left by her ancestors.

It was his favourite. My sweet.