Spell Comfort Novels & Stories

replied the man casually giving a warm hug from behind Celine's body. The woman tried to calm her anger and turned to look at Andrew. Celine's hand was outstretched and the woman wrapped her arms around Andrew's neck to draw him closer to her. "I really miss you." Andrew's nose now smelled a strong citrus scent from Celine's neck. "Did you change your perfume again like before?" Andrew asked seriously. "Of course. This is the best perfume ever," Celine replied casually. The woman managed to make Andrew sigh again. "I've asked you to change the perfume. It's very similar to the one Olivia uses," Andrew said seriously.

Joel muttered, "When I handed Jean over to you, I actually thought she'd be safe, and that you wouldn't fail her. But you're just a piece of shit!" Feeling like a complete joke, Conrad sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, swiping at his mouth. "If I'm a piece of shit, what does that make you? A heartless bastard? We're the same damn kind." Joel sighed quietly. "Jean comes across as gentle and easygoing, like she doesn't have a temper. She won't lash out even if you say something harsh or do something that hurts her.

she whispered, her voice an octave of serenity. "Good morning," he returned, his voice just as tender. "How did you sleep?" "Wonderfully," Rose said, extending her arms over her head. "This place is perfect. I never thought I could feel so relaxed." Nathan chuckled softly, pulling her closer to him. "I am glad you are enjoying this. I wanted this to be special for us."

As he gently held onto my shoulders. “Good girl” her said when I finally calmed down “Your wolf is affected by the spell more than your human side. It is your wolf’s side that gives you a special scent, your rank, aura, and your mate bond. Imagine how your felt after the spell, it is ten times stronger on your wolf. She will be present again in a few days’ time. Relax, you are not alone!” He replied like he knew exactly what was going on in my mind.

Yet, it still didn't work. "Cinnia...you know what? Forget about the spell. I want you to imagine yourself away from this plane. Think of yourself as the air around you. Blend with it. Merge with it. Breathe slowly through your mouth and let yourself go. Now," Sophie directed. Cinnia flexed her fingers and heeded Sophie's instruction. She inhaled the sweet scent of the candles and the garden flowers—especially the sunflowers that were in bloom—and imagined herself as a smoke that would soon vanish.

“Oh wow, come this way to the club house.” We both followed Cherry to the back of the club and up the stairs to the second floor. The club house reminded me of a very over lavish bachelor penthouse. As we walked through the door we were met by a small petite blonde, with light green blue eyes, and looking very sexy even for her size. “Hi Mr. Baphomet, Mr. Demogorgon, my name is Tequila and Angel will be right back with the cigarettes. So, are there any drinks that either of you would like to start off with this evening?”

He adored mate bond and me the night we met and loved Axel and Nick his whole life, but for months, he has been treating all of us like some shitty cans in the garbage. Whoever did this, not only played with Liam and me but with everyone who became victims of his anger and arrogance. That person needs to be punished with electric shocks! Asshole! "So how do we fix this?" Scarlett asked. "I'm still looking for it. The spell with all of the side effects is written in one of my Mother's books but I haven't found anything to reverse it. Give me some time because right now I need some sleep. I'll look into it again after a few hours," She replied with a yawn coming out of her mouth.

My first meeting with her. “Freku sa tilolo fis eku nas ti lalin.” He chants, making the whole place instantly dirt-free. “And here I was, thinking it’s -ti lalon.” I say about the spell “Ti lalon or ti lalin, can go both ways depending on who is using it; A warlock or a Witch.” He tells me “Well, I did know that some words are gender specific but I just never thought it would have to do with a single letter.” I mutter thoughtfully

“Tell her exactly what your ‘project’ is.” Another brutal thrust stole my words. Black cum from our earlier rounds was being fucked out of me in wet, filthy squelches, dripping down my thighs and pooling on the altar beneath us. The entire workshop reeked of sex, ozone, and dark spices. “I’m ah working on a new spell,” I managed, voice trembling. Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from the corners of my eyes. “It’s… really fucking intense.” “I’ll say,” Elara muttered. “You sound like you’re in pain. Do you need me to come over?”

I felt so much lighter as if all the ink is leaving my body. I don't know if Theodore is feeling something different. I smiled at Michael as he frowned, he must notice what am I thinking. " Wait! " " No! " Theodore and Michael said at the same time as I pierced the syche in my chest. I saw it lightened as I laughed. The spell upon Michael stopped he came to help me stand. Theodore tried to fill me with ink but it didn't happen. " I'm no longer yours. " I whispered before closing my eyes. ........................ To be continued