Gine Novels & Stories

Everyone noticed that. The voice belonged to Ginevra, who approached Scarlet slowly. Emerald found a strong gaze at his back and freed Scarlet from his hold. Ginevra gestured him to step aside. Caressing Scarlet’s cheeks, Ginevra murmured, “Sedna…” Her voice carried so much love, care, affection, and longing. Scarlet found her just like that. She kept on gazing at the woman and Emerald understood her Identity when he inspected her features that Scarlet took over prominently.

"You said you have a. . . Spell?" "Yeah right, a locater spell. All I need is a property of Rene's." I get up from the couch and I walk into my room, I come back with her hairbrush. "Will this help?" I ask. "Perfect." She takes the brush from me. "Now I need a knife." She grins and my mom and I exchange glances. I shake my head and I do whatever she says. I come back with the knife, Ms. Minnie takes it from me and she sits on the floor. She takes a lock of hair from Rene's brush and places it on the ground. She then uses the knife to cut her palm. I flinch when she does that, my mom does the same thing as well. I still can't believe I live next door to a witch. I said hi to her, I ate her p

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Was this the difference between men's and women’s thinking? “She's fooling around now, and you… still feel sorry for her?” Safan asked sincerely. Ginevra said very seriously, “I feel sorry for her, not for you, okay? She's my only daughter! Besides, she's beautiful, successful in her career, and she’s the most mysterious and powerful top-tier rich woman in Nilus City. She can do whatever she wants! I just feel sorry for her as those young men are getting off too easy! Who knows if they're good-looking or not or whether they are elegant or mature?”

The liquid meets with my already wet hair and soaks my clothed self all over again, partly getting Belvedere wet too. "Much mess made. You should both stop and give up and get dressed before Ciro comes back from school. You know how naggy he is." Belvedere says, interrupting Ginevra from taking another chance to making me have another shot. "Don't think Ciro would appreciate meeting you that way for the first time." Bet Ciro is their kid brother. Never knew my mate had a twin sister and a kid brother. And to say, Ginevra is the fun type. A typical example of the bad bitch that loves having great fun, I bet. And she's really pret

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

Ginnie** “I came to remind you of your place, human.” Her voice echoes with a sharp edge as she steps closer, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the worn floorboards. “You see, I’ve been patient... I’ve watched you slink around this villa as if you belong here. I stood at that altar in white while you stole what was mine. And now?”

That was why, Gineva was looking at her like that. Gineva passed her a small smile, but this smile didn't feel like the reflection of happiness. But rather, it felt the essence of pain. A brutally uncontrollable pain. “You are just like her, Eizlina,” Gineva spoke out. She travelled her eyes back towards the sky, but her words vanished Eizlina's emotions from her face because she understood whom Gineva was talking about. Ivara…Orelia's biological mother and Theron's deceased wife.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

The pain stung badly. Giordana pushed past me with hasty steps and some seconds later the sharp light reflected on my figure. I heard her footsteps approaching me until she stopped in my front. On seeing my face, a flash of recognition passed her eyes. She screamed again when her gaze wandered downwards. I followed her line of sight and was met with a view of the crimson liquid seeping from the wound. On lifting my head to stare at her, I saw a carving knife in her hand stained with blood.