Secrets Of Sulphur Springs Books Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes. Chapter 29✔️

“It’s not funny. Beer shoots right through me. You know that” “Yes. I know that '', she answered. He left the room. Amy lay her head back on the pillow, feeling something a bit heavy underneath it. She furrowed her eyebrows as she put her hands underneath the pillow and pulled out a black book. There was a bookmark in the middle of the book. She opened it to that page. Oh, she thought, this looks like Brooke’s diary. She read only a few lines and her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh.”

The letter, a small white square, felt like a shard of ice in the warm, salty air. I read the words once, then again, watching the ink blur. "Last chance, Shadow. Meet me at Jurgina Bar. Second floor, Room 8. Midnight and come ALONE." My fingers clenched, crumpling the note until the paper groaned. A tremor ran from my hand up my arm, a cold current against the island's tropical heat. How had he found us? Eavon had promised this place was impenetrable, a fortress built of secrecy and trust. Yet, a ghost from our past had simply slipped a message under the door.

My chest bounced with the motion. His eyes locked on me, and the front of his pants had formed an unmistakable bulge. He cleared his throat, trying to hide it, but his heavy breathing and unrelenting stare betrayed him. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but underneath it was a guilty thrill: even after years of marriage, my body still held the power to tempt—just like before. I dared not imagine what it would feel like if he were to claim me with that wild, overwhelming intensity…

I pulled them out of the drawer I had hidden them in and threw them into the trash. Ten minutes later, I fished them back out. I didn’t want some unsuspecting sanitation worker to stumble across them. So, I decided to burn them instead. I grabbed a lighter, walked outside, and was moments away from setting the first letter on fire when a thought suddenly stopped me cold. What happens to the magic in a spelled object when you burn it? I stared down at the stack of letters in my hands. I probably needed to know the answer before I did something I couldn’t take back.

But the book remained silent, its secrets veiled behind the mystical glow of its pages. Aunt Agatha's comforting hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "This, my dear, is the Book of Shadows, an old friend of mine," she explained, her voice hushed with reverence. As I gazed upon the illuminated pages before me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. What secrets lay hidden within the ancient text? What knowledge had been passed down through generations, waiting to be discovered by eager hands?

He hoped so dearly that his suspicions were not true. “We should leave now,” Saphira said to him and he nodded but something caught his eye. Ash immediately walked to the shelf that had numerous books that a normal person would assume was a book of spells for a white witch but he knew his sister way too well. She had a knack for hiding things in plain sight. She did that since they were both kids. He picked up a particular book that caught his attention because of the way it was placed. A piece of paper fell out from in between the book as he picked it up.

Vera lets out a laugh, then nods her head yes. “I need to pee first; give me a second.” She walked into the toilet, leaving me alone. I picked up my phone and went through it, I saw two new notifications, but from a different number this time. What's with the text from unknown numbers since today? I opened the text. “I CAN BET THAT NO ONE TOLD YOU ABOUT ETHAN’S SICKLE CELL.”

Only when I spotted the closed door did I heave a sigh of relief. After that, I quickly dug out the note from the hidden pocket of my coat. A few words were scrawled on the piece of paper. "Quick, escape! Danger!" My heart skipped a beat out of horror. I quickly tore the note into pieces before stuffing it back into the hidden pocket. Then, I pulled out my phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat box before typing out a message. I made sure to send the coordinates of my location too. When everything was done, I deleted the chat history immediately before placing my phone and my coat in their original positions. Finally, I sighed in relief.

That was what Susan said when she visited my mansion with Paul. I thought she said that out of jealousy because she couldn't endure the fact I found love according to a younger woman. That was the reason I drove her out of my house. I should have paid more attention to Susan rather than kicking her out. History has repeated itself and the same thing I avoided has finally happened to me. Marcus said so much until I stopped him from talking. He was spilling more dirty secrets than I ever envisaged. I went from wanting more to wanting none. My head couldn't contain the excess information, and I was scared that it might explode soon.