Sarah Sanderson Hocus Pocus 2 Novels & Stories

The world around her was still, the result of a spell of silence. Sarah stormed into the library, throwing a book of her own. It was odd to see her daughter behaving in such a manner, doubly so to see her rant but not hear it. Elizabeth finished transcribing her current page and set her quill down. Stoppering the vial of human blood she had been writing with, she snapped her fingers, breaking the spell. "-and to top it all of, some asshole hacked our website and my profile picture is a giant dick!" Sarah kicked the book, launching it across the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

She wore her usual flowing skirt and embroidered blouse with loads of crafted clay, leaves, and crystal beads on her neck. "Pierce," she said, stepping aside to let him in. "I was wondering when you'd come to see me." Pierce stepped inside, and the house still looked as familiar as ever. Herbs and portions around the room, her table had some leaves and a rope that was tied. "You know why I'm here," Pierce said, sitting on the chair across from Maria at her small kitchen table. Maria nodded grimly, her hands wrapping around a mug "Sandra's blood magic. I felt it the moment the bond was created. It woke me from a dead sleep three nights ago felt like someone had tampered with our soil”

Dylan interrupts in an offended tone, but I don't pay him mind as I continue speaking. "Sandra is the mother of the pack, and she's literally always on the clock. And Bubbles has fashion hands. Show him, Bubs.” I turn to her, and she flashes her palms and finger tips to Harry, showing him how mangled they are from working with needles and pins all day. "We need a break. I emphasise the need. Harry stares at me warily, like he's trying to uncover something else from my pleading expression. Since he doesn't find what he's so desperately looking for. He lets out a sigh and opens up his mouth to speak.

"Marcus said you found my sister! But why are we in the jail?" I gestured at the jail cell towards Sarah. Vivian turned, and her jaw dropped. "Why do you have Samantha?" Samantha? Sarah backed up from the bars. "Samantha?" "This is Samantha. The witch who enchanted Chris. The rogue who came to Greywood and has been terrorizing me." I looked back at Sarah, realization dawning on me. "Sarah...what have you done?" Sarah's hands were glowing, and she threw a ball of light at the bars. But the force didn't go through. They were barred from letting magic get through. She screamed, "You bitch!"

Sandra gave her clothes and placed her breakfast on a table near the bed. After taking shower, she changed into a beautiful lavender-colored, ankle-length dress, that Sandra gave her. She secured her hair in a half updo and thanked Sandra for breakfast. After eating her breakfast, she let Sandra do the cleaning and mopping of the room. It took more than an hour for Sandra to clean the whole mess. Sarah sat next to the window, on a couch, looking outside. "Do you need anything, my lady?" Sandra asked politely and Sarah shook her head in denial.

And definitely not in a room full of cameras. Monroe turned and started walking toward me with Mira. I still hid quietly, keeping myself out of Aiden’s line of sight. Seven years later… and even from across a room… He still had the power to shake something inside me. Just not something enticing. I gazed around the hall, not finding him in sight anymore. I sighed thankfully. Someone touched my arm lightly and I jolted softly. “Hi… I’m Nora.” I sighed mentally, turning slowly. “Oh my God, sis. It’s you!” I greeted her with a hug while mentally thanking God that it wasn’t him.

Scarlet's POV "Oh, shit shit shit" I whispered in horror as I realized I woke up late. I ran to wear my sandal and didn't bother to have my bath because any second wasted would cost me a lot. I ran out of my room and headed towards the pack house. I entered through the back door and navigated my way to the kitchen. I was about to enter the kitchen when I fell. Pain pierced through my body and I struggled to stand up. I had to muffle my screams as I didn't want to draw any attention to myself.

"Yes." In no time, I covered her eyes with a black silk heightening her senses. Our touch was the only reality she knew. Sandro’s lips claimed hers, possessive and demanding as usual. While my hands explored her breasts and teased her nipples. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air as I tore away Sarah's panties and Sandro’s fingers slipped into her wet heat, his touch turning her to a moaning mess. “Please don’t stop.“ My lips curved into a thin smile as I slapped my belt against her skin. The pain blending perfectly with the pleasure.

"Shall we begin?" All the witches gathered around in a circle, with witches Sandra and Lorna in the middle. The ashes of each witch had been piled into different vases, and they were lined up in front of Sandra, who was muttering some inaudible words under her breath. The clouds spun and got darker, the winds grew heavier and the blacks in Sandra's eyes disappeared. She placed a hand on the vases closest to her and threw her head back like she was possessed. "I have made contact..." Sandra's voice was high and cold.

The rest interpret her shudder as a sign of disgust for the demons and they burst into raucous laughter. “Do you all think this is funny? There is a possible threat to the peace we currently enjoy and you can still cackle like old hags?” Sandara asks, stupefied at their actions. “Don’t insult our intelligence, Sandra,” Herschey, the Silver Witch of the West remarks. Sandara simply rolls her eyes at the witch’s intentional mispronunciation of her name. She is too smart to be drawn in by such taunts.