The Potter Wants To Put You Back Novels & Stories

"And what do you want from this person?" "I want him to want me back. I want him to see me as more than just someone to fix. I want him to touch me. To claim me. To—" Sophia uncrossed and recrossed her legs, making sure James saw ".....to fuck me."

“He said he wants me back.” Zara bursts out laughing. “He what? Oh God. Adam’s impossible.” “It’s not funny, Zara. I think Adam’s gone really crazy this time. This isn’t a joke.” Zara shifts up, sitting cross-legged on the bed. “Well?” She stares at me like I’m supposed to spill something more. “Well what?” I frown at her. “He said he wants you back.” “So?” “So… do you want him back?” I snap my head toward her. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

" you really dont have a choice, insist" " fine but your paying" " sure"

he says, taking the pot from my hands, “you have to ensure it’s cleaned with a dry towel before you return it to its original position” I sigh, “of course, I’m sure you have a book of methods and processes for everything you do. You wouldn't want to be caught making a mistake. If you’re gracious enough, why don’t you publish the book, I’m sure the world cares so much for pan and pots, it’d be a bestseller” I say, in a sarcastic tone as I roll my eyes. He shrugs, “it’s just common sense” he replies, returning the pot to me. I roll my eyes, “I have more common sense than you do” I say, returning the pot to the cabinet.

“You want to be used?” I nod. “You want to be owned?” “…Yes.” “Then you come back tomorrow.” His mouth brushes my ear. “And next time… we play with toys.”

Returning to the old woman's side, I placed the pot on the table before her, anticipation growing within me. She reached out and clasped my hands with a gentle, weathered touch. Her eyes, filled with wisdom and compassion, locked with mine. "Marco," she began, her voice resonating with ancient knowledge, "this clay pot holds the secrets of our ancestors, a legacy passed down through generations. It contains the key to unlocking your true potential and revealing the hidden truths that will aid the Pack in its struggle."

Promise me, you will clean it up," He waited for my reply. " I will. Now tell," "Αντίστροφη. Say it three times," he spoke something I don't understand. I just repeated it closing my hands and concentrated on it fully, feeling my power which is radiating and I felt head radiated through my body to hands and finally opened my eyes the broken pot is moving very slowly. For a second I lost my concentration when I realized it's working. " Don't get distracted. Do it. Do it." he urged me and I got in control again. After minutes everything slowly went back to itself and I feel down on the ground losing strength to stand.

He found his voice quickly. "I won't be losing anything else. I refuse to become any more dead. You send me back to Tricksy right now! Start me something Purl, I know you can." "Absolutely. But I have a backlog, so you'll have to wait." Purl replied, gesturing to the basket of thread at his side. "I know it's been a long, long, long time since you've reincarnated, but the waiting isn't so bad."

Her boss… well, he’d love a royal in his clutches, especially Maeve, given her skillset. The thought makes my stomach turn, or maybe that’s biting hunger, I’m not sure, but I go back inside, and the witches are disappointed to find out that Patton left. He must come here sometimes. He left the basket, and it’s one of his fancy ones. He’ll return for it when it’s safe, I’m sure, and I do my best to explain that to the witches while watching the old witch continue her inspection of the bowl in the center of the room.