Twitches Book Novels & Stories

my female best friend, Aurora, yells in my ear and I shake my head, letting the few strands of thick black curls that aren’t held back in my low ponytail fly all over the place. I can't slow down, if I do that the troubles I'm running from will swallow me up…and I don't want that. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to stress, I don't want to worry…I just want to dance the last night of my life away. The air seems to buzz around me with electrical pulses, and my head snaps up to find grey eyes watching me. “Oh…” I mutter and both Jayden and Aurora turn their heads to find what I'm looking at.

My name is Stella Basile im twenty one. I once lived a normal life. A normal life for a witch that is. My family were part of a large coven in Maine. I loved it there, we all did. When I was sixteen, everything changed. My family calls it the event. I know cheesy right? It was definitley a life-changing event. One that dispersed everyone and our coven was no more. I mostly do not remember what happened and no one will talk about it.

She didn’t expect it perhaps. I drew closer to her, and gave her the torch. Then, I bent down a little for her to fall on my arms. She did. I lifted her with quite an amount of strength. Her weight was significant. She held the torchlight with her right hand, and her left hand was around my neck. Her left titty pressed against my chest. It was pleasantly soft. The feeling from that friction was awesome, but I didn’t allow it to interrupt my concentration. The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad.

He said breathlessly, his chest heaving as he spoke. I watched as his eyes exploded my body, taking in the sight of me, his eyes landing in between my legs on my red panties now exposed cause my skirt had bunched up around my waist. I reached down between us, my hand sliding into my panties and sliding between my wetness. My fingers found my clit as I slowly rubbed circles around it. “Fuckkk” Dave said slowly he’s eyes watching me as I touch myself “Are you wet for me baby” he asked he’s voice low and sexy

He didn't touch her, dancing with a handkerchief between their hands, using it to guide her through spins and around the ballroom. Viola, the second of the twins, was helped by Ezra, the old mage of the woods. I don't think that he was completely dead, because there were times his eyes would glow a deep bright red. It terrified me when they looked on Viola, because they always focused on her neck, right where her shoulder met her neck, where her carotid artery was thickest. It shook me to my core.

Later that morning, the temptation and the crazy thoughts were gone and I could only pray that they’d never return. Author Note: Dear gentle readers, this author can hardly believe that Book 2 of TTWA series is now officially completed! How are you all doing? If there is a third book called Mad Witch, will you read it? Once again, this author would like to thank everyone for their supports to his stories especially the A.R. WereWorld series! Have a splendid day!

The neon sign flickered — Java Haven — casting an unsteady glow over the worn-out chairs. Sliding into a booth by the window, I pressed my palms against my face and exhaled. “What the hell just happened?” I muttered under my breath. I left him. Mid-dance. Mid-sentence. I should’ve felt powerful. Like the heroine of my own story — bold, untouchable. But instead, my mind was a mess of dark eyes and rough hands, of lips too close to my ear and a voice too smooth to be safe. I pulled out my phone and texted the only person who could untangle this madness.

His head shakes as he begins writing, feeling tears fall. His hand moves, ripping the paper out, scrunching it up he throws it on the table his hand writing it again. His hand picks up the glass, and his eyes, staring at the whiskey, his head shaking as he silently screams and places it down. His hand shakes as he cries, grasping his head.

, complete with chapter titles: River Witch A Supernatural Thriller in Six Chapters Chapter 1: The Drowning Season Every year in the small riverside village of Elowen, someone drowns when the mist rolls thick and the willows drip silver dew. It’s tradition not to speak of the dead. Evelyn Blake returns home after fifteen years away, inheriting her estranged grandmother’s broken-down cottage by the river. The locals greet her with silence and sidelong glances. At night, she hears whispers in the water.

ALEX OFFICE Alex sat on his wheelchair focused on his work, his face cold as usual, his sea blue eyeball moving along with the laptop as he operated on it. He never gets distracted when working, his mind is always on work when he is in his office, he always makes sure he drops anything that would divide his mind when he is at work but there was something hovering in his mind that won't leave no matter how he tries to get rid of the thoughts. He was also worried about why he hadn't gotten a reply from the McCarthy family. His mind wasn't in what he was doing, so he dropped it and wheeled to the window. He could see the outside company from there, so he watched people walk around and also do d