Scary Godmother: Jimmy Novels & Stories

“I’m not sure, but didn’t you notice anything strange about Becky and Victoria when you told the story about your friend Jimmy?” “Jimmy’s not my friend, just someone I’m helping out.” Jimmy is a thieving piece of shit, but from everything I’d learned, he hadn’t been a bad husband and father. Just poor, directionless, and lacking prospects as a high school dropout in one of the most career-oriented cities in the world.

I reply. “But of course.” Jim smiles. I smile at Brady. He raises his eyebrows. “Hey who's up for a movie?” Jim asks. “I’m in.” Tammy replies. “Brady?” I ask. “Sure, why not?!” He agrees. “Ok we're in.” I reply. “Great there’s a new horror out. I know how much you love them. And don't worry I'll be there for you to grab my arm when you get scared!” Jim laughs.

“But we're still standing. We are still willing to fight because we want to fight, because she hasn't broken us. And I know that she wants to, but she couldn't do that.” I nodded. “That scares me more than falling. If an enemy wants to break you and they just fail, they'll find a way to do it more aggressively, more painfully. And someone like her, I don't know what she's going to be capable of doing, Damon. And that scares me more than anything.”

“Here I am.” “What do you want?” His eyes travel down my body. Slow. Unhurried. My oversized t-shirt has ridden up from scrambling, exposing my thighs, and my underwear is thin — pale blue cotton that hides absolutely nothing. His nostrils flare and his gold eyes darken. “You spoke the claiming rite,” he says, voice dropping lower. “You invited a demon of fire to bind you. You said claim me.” “I was reading off my phone—”

she began, but Ivana hushed her with a soft smile. “Save it for later, Emily. Focus on getting better,” she said gently. Within minutes, Emily drifted into a light, peaceful sleep, her soft snoring filling the room. Ivana moved to the window, staring out at the city lights, but her mind was elsewhere. “Bride of a god…” she whispered under her breath. Why… Why did my parents promise me to a god? The memory of his golden eyes, his raw power and searing anger, lingered in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. Fear, confusion, and a strange curiosity tangled together, filled her up.

Why was our Jetulian maid answering Dad's phone? Scarface snatched the phone from me, his expression contorted with fury. "You bitch! How dare you play us!" I struggled desperately. "I didn't! My dad really is Dominic Whitethorn—" He grabbed me by the hair and slapped me repeatedly. Stars exploded before my eyes, and my mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. The rough asphalt road scraped and ground against my back and legs like a giant file. Large patches of my skin tore open and peeled away, leaving behind a horrifying trail of blood.

“I wanted normal. A boyfriend. Stupid things like Ferris wheel kisses and tattoos and greasy food. But I’m not normal. I never was. And in three days, I’ll be even less.” Her eyes welled with tears, spilling before she could wipe them away. She leaned against him, pressing her forehead into his chest. “I’m scared, Valerius. Scared of dying. Scared of turning. I’m scared of me. Scared of who I’ll become. Scared that there won’t be anything left of the Chloe my mom raised. That all she’ll see is… a monster.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and her shoulders shook.

"My godmother isn't doing so well, and if you so much as touch a single strand of hair on her head, I'll make you pay for this!" Jim froze in his steps but did not even turn back.

Jimmy pulled himself up and sat on the edge of a table. It was impossible to look directly at the massive scrum of Anunnaki surrounding Isimud. To try and take it in hurt not only Jimmy’s eyes, but also his soul. Jimmy turned away and tried to block out first Isimud’s screams and then the sounds of rending and tearing. The Anunnaki began to separate into smaller mobs each carrying a different Isimud, kicking and thrashing in their grip.

He is sadistic and obviously delusional, and now he may have killed my best friend- he has no idea what is coming for him. “Damon!” I hear another woman gasp, and I turn around to find Mikey’s mom. “Oh my god,” she says as she looks at Jessica, “Is that his blood?” Her mouth gapes, and I quickly take off my sweater, handing it to Jessica. I don’t think she has even realized that she looks like a movie horror character.