A Kissing Spell
I shouted, choking on my birthday cake.
My quite peaceful and normal life ended the second my Grandma dropped that bomb on me without a warming.
“Every female in our family becomes a witch when she reaches sixteen. Now, you can cast your own love spell, and your power will only grow with every year,” she explained, casually.
“Love spells?! Does it mean that what you've been doing all your life… was real?! The herbs, candles, potions, spells… that is all real?!” I screamed frantically.
“Yes… From now on, your wishes and words might become real… So, be careful what you wish for, literally,” she grinned, wickedly.
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