Chandra Schwartz Novels & Stories

“Right then! Let me check with your Mumma.’ I said, turning. Ria was informing a bemused looking Paddy that her Mumma made the best pancakes it the world as I left the room. *** I went down the stairs and stopped short at the door. Schwartz was standing next to Proserpina, her chin in his long fingers. They looked like a pair of lovers, I thought suddenly, jealousy swirling in my heart, She looked so lovely, achingly lovely. Her brown hair was in a long braid that hung down to her hips and had tendrils hanging untidily around her face, after the journey, She was wrapped in a heavy brown coat and the cranky baby was in her arms. Another replica of the damned Mafia Don, I thought as the baby t

I clicked on the video of the report, and Kimberly’s pitiful face appeared on the screen. “Hello everyone, I’m the whistleblower, Kimberly Scott. Honestly, I really didn’t want to offend Ms. Amelia, but I was forced to speak up because I had no other choice. “I’m just a girl from a slum, and I really don’t understand why Ms. Amelia has been targeting me so frequently. Even the James Family Sponsorship spot that I had earned through my own abilities was canceled with just a word from her.

Her face forms a smile when she sights her sister. Aunty Stella, who just clocked forty. Still looked young and beautiful. Mrs Wachukwu wasn't an exception. She still looked young in her fifties. "When did you get back from your trip?" Mrs Wachukwu asks while she uses her to asks her sister to sit down. "Earlier today, what of Chief?" Aunty Stella asks. "He is on a business trip, in South Africa, he will be back by next month, I think, " Mrs Wachukwu replies with a smile.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

Yes, there's worse than that. I'm Chandra Grim, a witch of the Circle of Elysium Coven. What I'm working on now is frowned upon by the coven. I tend to do things on the side that my sisters would not approve of. I have my reason for doing what I do. I have my reasons and my experiments. The knock on my door startles me, almost causing me to drop the eye dropper. “Fuck! WHO IS IT?!” The door creaks open, and a small, sweaty face pokes in.

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Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Her choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, and she stood there against the walls, unmoving. She attempted to raise her hands against the walls of the chamber so as she could support herself by the wall and try to move out of the place. Her eyes were red, full of tears that broke through to her nostril. Sweat was drizzling as well, blood dropped from her left palm. Leaving bloody marks on the walls she supported herself against. Suddenly, she was unable to stand again neither support herself against the walls of the cave as she shivered, her legs became weak, ears sharp as she tried to trap any form of sounds that whispered in the dark cave. As she felt her energy lost

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.