Secret Of The Silent Witch Novels & Stories

So I would have to endure the other guys ogling Tara and talking about how much bigger her chest was than the other girls and how much her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. I sat down next to her, keeping a safe distance, but she seemed to scoot closer, so close, her knee was touching my leg. I gulped and wiped the sweat that began to drip from the sides of my temple. She pulled out her copy of The Wizard’s Accomplice and threw it open on the blanket to where she had a few yellow tabs sticking out, saving a few spots for easy finding. She played with a lighter, flipping the top open and closed in one hand. “Did you start that fire?” my voice a bit higher than I would have liked. She sm

Scott went mad, using every method he thought of to recharge the heart Wendy left behind. Mary sneered. "Why are you so hung up over a fake heart? Her real heart was shattered a long time ago!" But Scott couldn't hear anyone anymore. He summoned his tech team, insisting on prying the heart open, but no one could do it anymore after the professor passed away. When they finally forced it open with tools, a puddle of blood spilled out from the metallic heart. It was Wendy's blood. Finally, Scott lost his mind. He smeared the blood all over his face, and pressed it on his chest, over his heart. The last part of Wendy that he could cling onto.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

She look outside and saw the employees are looking at them, and some are even recording them. "Close the door secretary May! Take down all the curtains now!" She screamed out of her lungs like crazy. "You're afraid for other people to know your real color?" Calista cuts her from screaming at her secretary. "I think you should be more afraid at me cause I got a pie for you my fake mother-in-law." She put all the documents, files and papers on the top of the table. Evanthe look at it one by one and see it and found out that everything she tried to secretly steal and transfer to her name are all back to Hadrian's name.

I frowned; she hadn’t used it since her first week in the castle, not including her time in the dungeon. “What are you doing in here?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t having second thoughts. “I’m hiding,” she said with a rueful smile. “There’s all this tradition that Mrs. Woltkamp keeps telling me about. The latest was bathing with these smelly herbs so that I am cleansed, or something like that. I might have run for it if it gets worse than that.” I looked at the packet of herbs that was sitting on the bathroom counter, unopened. I laughed. “Mrs. Woltkamp is old school. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

The room fell silent, so silent I was worried they would all hear the frantic beating of my heart. The elder cleared his throat and spoke. “Do you, Aria, vow to never speak of the pack lands or the existence of werewolves to any human, for as long as you live?”

It felt like he was hiding something, something big. “No! You’re not going to do that!” Derek cut him off, his voice now louder, more aggressive. “Since we’re all here to reveal secrets, let’s lay it all out, shall we? You think you’re the saint here, don’t you, Bella? Let me tell you something—Lucas here paid me…”

The man fought to breathe, his face turning purple. "You don't deserve it. None of you do!" the Chief exclaimed and hurled his henchman across the room. "I paid for her to be here with me. I bought her.” He gave a twist to the gigantic vase at the corner. It creaked. The loaded bookshelf turned around, revealing the dark secret behind it. Clover's photos were all over—from fully covered to strapless and everything in between. Ogling with his longing eyes, he rubbed his hardened cock against the pictures and moaned. "You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all."

“Alright. I’ll do it.” Grammy reached across the table, resting her weathered hand over Chelsea’s. “Thank you, dear heart. This stays between us for now. Not even Cheyenne can know. Not yet.” Chelsea nodded. “Understood.” Outside, a wind stirred the trees—gentle but uneasy. And inside that small, magical bubble of quiet, a young mother and an ancient witch began the first chapter of a secret war—one that would change everything if they weren’t careful. *Meanwhile*

Julian's voice cut through my thoughts which had my attention instantly snapping to him. Witchy grinned as if she held the world's secrets in the palm of her hands, and maybe she did. I heard most of their conversation before she decided to trap me in a glass prism. They kept records; archives was the word she used. She could know every secret known to mankind which probably made witches a dangerously powerful race. "We did," she answered, flexing her fingers on both hands before whispering something under her breath. The entire room was submerged in darkness for a short moment and then a burst of light blinded us.