Twitches Book Novels & Stories

I happily granted it, and his tongue darted into my mouth like he was tasting the heavens themselves. He gripped my ass and easily lifted me, pushing me onto his desk. Eagerly, we relieved each other of any obstacle, and he pushed his erect shaft into me. I moaned in delight, feeling him hungrily thrust into me, pushing me over the edge over and over again. Moments later, I helped him clean up the mess we made, when I suddenly came across a book--- about witches. “What’s this?” I questioned, turning to Levi. I didn’t need to read a lot to realize that the section Levi had been studying was about witches and werewolves. He turned to me and quickly noticed the book I was holding. He sighed, no

I had taken out a lot of them, but it seemed as if they kept coming in an endless stream one after another. Just as another rogue was about to jump at me, it's teeth barred, it suddenly fell down mid jump, howling in pain. And so did the others around him. Confused, I looked around, until Ivy's chanting from within the car met my ears through all the ruckus that surrounded me. I looked into the car and noticed that she had the book the witches had given her open in her lap and was chanting loudly.

She immediately fell to her knees, trying to pin all the blame on herself. "Please, Simon, show mercy and spare Essie! It was all our fault! She really tried to save Mrs. Stewart. She even donated her blood to her!" "You mean when she deliberately ate mangoes before the transfusion?" Simon sneered. "She knew Mrs. Stewart was allergic to mangoes and still ate them. She was ensuring Mrs. Stewart wouldn't survive. That's truly considerate of her." I hadn't expected Simon to uncover even that detail. The three of them grew even more terrified, and their arrogance from earlier was completely gone. Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other.

WINNIE I was convinced that I had stopped breathing at that moment. It took everything within me to still the tremor in my hands. “I can see you already having fun with your new husband” he spat the last two words with so much venom that I had to wonder if they were truly related. It was baffling that his own brother could detest him this much. His eyes raked over my body not so subtly and his eyes instantly darkened with hunger. I closed my eyes and shuddered internally for a brief moment.

Lucy's memoir hit bookstores six months later with unexpected success. Publishers had predicted modest sales, maybe a small following among true crime enthusiasts. Instead, "Twist of Fate" debuted on the New York Times bestseller list and stayed there for twelve weeks. Readers connected with Lucy's raw honesty about trauma, survival, and rebuilding. Book clubs selected it. Podcasts interviewed her. Invitations poured in for speaking engagements and television appearances. "You're famous," William said, showing her the social media mentions. Thousands of people shared how her story had helped them process their own trauma.

she said. Once again, he held her sleeves instead of her hand and took his little steps beside Carolina. Carolina placed Justin on the bed and put the sheets over him. She was about to leave when Justin moved. He was going to follow her. She placed him back and took a seat next to him. Her eyes landed on a book. Children's book about trains "He seems to have an obsession with trains" she said to herself. Carolina read the book slowly and softly to Justin and in no time,

I made sure that I watched my steps carefully so that no one was going to get me in this act. My heart was beating hard against my chest, my feet were trembling and cold shivers were running swiftly down my spine. The Walk to the diviner was a long one and when I eventually got there, my legs were already Shivering and sweat was running down swiftly from the corner of my eyes. I walked into her home with my heart beating hard against my chest. She was sitting down on the floor, backing me totally but something inside of me told me that she had a third eye that could sense people easily.

I feel like I'm being torn apart like paper and got burned. "Sachi what's wrong?" Idris immediately approached me worried but I couldn't answer. I just kept screaming and like a worm twisted while Idris didn't know what to do and carried me to the front room. I can't stand the pain I'm feeling. What is happening to me? what is this? I felt water dripping down my face and saw Idris' eyes watering. "P-please help me, I can't stand the pain it's piercing through me" I beg as my eyes launch to flow some water. I did nothing and bit Idris' hand that was holding me to ease the pain but it didn't.

“What plan are you going on about?” I asked him “I was going to ally with the vampires and get them to turn me. Do you think I want to remain this old, with this saggy body?” “But, it would affect the balance, a witch and a vampire in one body, it would be a catastrophic situation”. I reasoned with him, but he wasn’t having any of it “Even if my plan wasn’t going to work. There was plan B, where my grandchildren would be hybrids and they would rule the world, but no you had to kill the one thing that was keeping me going.

Marrine Child showed up on the steps of a tiny church, wrapped in blankets and left out in a raging storm. The nuns and Father Thompson took her in, raising her in the quiet seaside town of Port Haven. On the surface, she seemed like any other orphan—just a bit out of place, maybe. But there was more to Marrine. Her father was the King of the Deep, a powerful sea ruler set on taking her back, no matter the cost. She grew up under the watchful eyes of the church, soaking in the faith and warmth of her caretakers. As she got older, Marrine’s beauty stood out—though not nearly as much as her bond with Zeke Thompson, the priest’s son. The two of them grew up together, turning a childhood frie