Witch Amusement Novels & Stories

“For your record, I had a blast last night.” Damn him. I jabbed my elbow into his arm, trying for nonchalance. “Bet it would’ve been better if I’d…” “The parade is here,” he cut me off, cold and precise, like the most disciplined man alive. I smiled sweetly, dragging my tongue across my lips on purpose. “I already proved that to you last year. You didn’t forget, right? Because if you did, I’ve got zero plans tonight. I could refresh your memory.” Julian turned, his eyes dark. And just like that, my playful smile boomeranged right back at me because my body was betraying me. I had to remind myself this was Disneyland, not a damn hotel suite.

the director suddenly says, and I lift the cup to my lips. My eyes shutter when I taste the decadent flavor of the smooth liquid hitting my tongue. I’ve never had hot chocolate that tastes like this. Director Yearwood smiles at me. “Nobody ever comes to Mistfall Wilderness Camp as a mistake. We don’t believe in coincidences here and neither have we ever failed a student. Which is why, Taylor, I would like for you to stop attempting to escape.” I go still. “I didn’t—”

The scent of cinnamon, butter, and basil danced through the crisp autumn air of Bellwood Falls. After nearly four years in Tuscany, Amara and Luca had returned not permanently, but for something big. The town square was strung with lanterns. Booths lined the cobbled streets. Kids chased each other with paper chef hats. And in the middle of it all, a hand-painted sign hung between two oak trees: “The Whisked Away Festival, Love, Food, Family.”

… Three days later, Willow and Walter were gleefully teleporting around any place with water vapor. Chase watched them and could not help but be reminded of the old Whac-A-Mole game. Smiling, he used his vital energy to conjure up an air hammer and bonked them lightly on the head whenever they popped up. Lisa watched the whole thing and laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. At first, Willow and Walter also found it hilarious watching the other get smacked by Chase's air hammer. After all, someone else's misfortune and pain always make for great entertainment.

Laura said, as they all looked at her. “Are you certain about that?” Sam checked. “Yes, look, if we want to have some fun, we can all come to this level or floor, and if we want to be quiet, we can still come here and simply move to another level.” “I think you have a point there, Laura.” “You see,” Laura said with a smile. Dylan had the same thought ever since he saw the white witch earlier; instead of listening to all the nagging at home, he'd rather come here and comfort himself with wine and ladies, as this club appears to be packed with a variety of everything.

Because the university is open to outsiders, this foundation celebration is also used to lure visitors to enroll or transfer to Elysian. The smell of coffee was inviting so I pulled my nose to a maid-sama themed coffee, the dean quietly followed me. One of the perks of the event facilitator is that we are not involved in building and maintaining the booths but we will observe the booths. At the end of the celebration, the top 5 popular and best-selling booths will have an award, given that there is no violation of morals and ethics as part of scoring.

“You’re going to tell him!” “Of course! If he were a partisan of the dark arts he would be held to atone as much as any witch in Drimidan!” *** Mayor Marx slapped on a wide brimmed black hat and his cloak. Handing me my blue one. “Wh-where are we-we going?” “Up to WitchFall.” I swallowed. But before I could formulate a rational complaint, Mayor Marx had bundled me into his carriage, and it was rattling down the road toward the hill. With every roll of the wheels, I felt like my gut was dropping further into my feet.

I look at Aurora and she nods, introducing me to the others in her group before dragging me towards the next ride. After the Cage, we go on the Dodgems, twice, both times I sit with her, letting her drive so she can smash into her friends, and then on the Waltzers afterwards, her friend Jenny screams continuously as we spin, making Aurora laugh uncontrollably. I find I'm laughing with her, oblivious to anything but her. I really am in trouble.

I can't help but laugh at her, she really is so fucking excited for that stupid place. "You know, if you're not feeling too jet-lagged, we can always go tomorrow..." I tease her as I take another sip of wine. They have alcohol at Disneyland right? Please tell me they have alcohol at Disneyland. Amelia's eyes go wide as she lets out a small squealing sound, her hand wrapped around my arm squeezing it tightly.

Amelia continued. “The resort has very good rides. I had the opportunity to visit them. They’re quite advanced. However, the amusement park is not publicized. There is very little media attention. I can remedy this. When I was in my ex-husband’s pack, I organized two very elaborate Goddess celebrations. They were both a huge success and were well-known in all packs. Therefore, Silvermoon can come up with a plan to garner some media attention. I’m thinking we can add some new rides. You know, to draw in more tourists? And Mandrake can help publicize it.” Amelia stopped. Sephora appeared very engaged. Amelia took a deep breath and continued with confidence. “That brings us to the final problem