Twitches Books Novels & Stories

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.

When she saw me inside, her expression soured. "Esmeray, what are you doing here?" she demanded. Before I could answer, Simon replied, "Ms. Esmeray is Mr. Stewart's esteemed guest." Estel shot me a glare and sneered. "Esmeray, don't you always pretend to be so virtuous? Now that there's good news for the family, you're running over faster than a rabbit." I pressed my lips together and responded coldly, "Who's to say this is good news?"

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,

Sold. I snicker; I think that this might be part of Jason's gift. As we continue to wander through the store, I find three fleece blankets that I like. One is pink, one is purple and one is blue. The pink one has a giraffe, the purple one has an elephant and the blue one has a monkey. I pick these up too, the price for all three is perfect. For all three, it's only $15.00. I think I've done good in this store, six items for the babies for $21.20.

I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me. He looked into my eyes. I don't know why they always checked that; I could hear his heart beating faster; it made me smile fondly. Dr.Bernard was back with a bowl of water. "Use this". Damien was startled by his voice. He knocked the water off Dr Benard's hand and it poured on his body. Some amount of the water splashed on me. For the second time, I was completely wrong about Damien. The water poured on the lower part of his body, with his poor taste in fashion, he wore a tracksuit underneath his T-shirt, I could see his dick print because he was damped.

The vibrator came in next, thrusting quickly inside my body as his hands cupped both breasts, taking each nipple into his warm mouth. “Hmm….” He moaned, sending vibrations through my breasts to my body as I screamed. “Yes… scream.” He whispered again, using the whip on my pussy as tears began rolling down my cheeks. “Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck…fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” My screams made him go feral and in one swift movement,he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy,not relenting one bit. He increased his thrusts as my screams grew louder and louder. His whip landed on my stomach,my breasts, leaving trails of dark red marks as they landed.

What have I discovered? There he was looking at the illumination with complete wonder. He wonders why the hall is like that, is this mysterious? he thinks but since he has never been a fan of superstition and the fact that he is a science student lets him conclude it must be some electrical wiring causing everything. He tries to open it but doesn’t know how to, it’s all flat lying on the stone table. He looks on the glass, it’s written, ‘Just wish’. Could this book be important, kept here?

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

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!

, I state. The witch looks up at me, feeling slightly uncomfortable as I feel her look through my mind. Not long after, it pushed her out. She glares at me, which releases in me, shrugging my shoulders; she lets out a sigh before disappearing. Scanning the room, I noticed something moving, so I headed towards it; it’s a baby rosy boa, they’re one of the few viviparous, so they give birth and not lay eggs. Gently petting its head as I walk back to the seat, the baby boa curls up around my neck to get the heat that’s coming from my body; the witch comes back with two books. Raising an eyebrow, she passes the books over and then starts explaining. “The first book is about Reda Bahar Phoenix lik