Novel & Cerita Witch Glamour

Tired of him judging my interests, I walked towards him and snatched the book away. "Why are you here?" I put the book back in its rightful place. "I will have to keep an even closer eye on you tonight because of that shapeshifter you saw earlier." "So it was a shapeshifter." "Yes, it was. You better get your powers soon if you don't want to get attacked even more. They all know you have possession of the book, they're just waiting for the right moment to take it. They're observing you and they won't stop until you find your powers." What he said gave me the chills. Just knowing that those ugly creatures were observing my every move was unsettling. It's kinda similar to what Damon was doing

Let's go and dance, Cassie soon spluttered after gulping the wine down and with the help of wine on Rinna's head she accepted and all walked to the floor. Yes.....yes...with Baila Comigo the song of Selena Gomez playing Rinna danced just like a trailed model .. dancing like crazy whichwhich soon earned her the attention from the men and with in an instant she suddenly felt two large hands on her waist trying to grind against her from behind. Sorry I can't do this..., Rinna immediately snapped the moment her body got alarmed but the bastard wasn't listening...his callous fingers were instead gripping her thighs in the damaged trouser.

A sudden image of herself getting burned alive runs to her head, she makes a face and turns around. "You should be the one who opens it." She said to Desmond, Desmond pointed to himself. "Meeee? No, it's your turn. I already opened the first one" He quickly disagreed, Katara raised her eyebrows and put her two hands on her waist. "Whuuuuut? You're a man, you shouldn't let a fine, gorgeous, elegant woman like me open the door!" Katara makes her voice a soft one just like she learned in Mrs. Ramos' class, and makes herself a vulnerable woman. Tip number 2 How to Seduce man. Rely on man, you know. They have big egos, and once you show yourself as vulnerable they will think you're an easy prey a

“Cute. It’s adorable how strongly you believe in your own short-lived fantasy.” Oh, hell no. I scanned her from overly straightened hair to the overpriced silk scarf wrapped around her neck. A scarf that, unfortunately, made her look like she was recovering from a low-grade blood transfusion. “Well, if you understood anything about color theory, you’d know that champagne satin is a disaster on your cool, neutral skin tone,” I said with the softest smile I could fake. “But don’t worry, not everyone can tell the difference between classy and just trying too hard.”

"How intriguing. And may I ask what is it that you hope to achieve with such a charade, Your Highness?" I take a step closer, closing the gap between us. "You may not." Her eyes flicker with understanding, a spark of excitement dancing within them. "A game of manipulation and revelation. It seems you have a taste for daring, Prince Magnus." I reach out, lightly tracing a finger along her cheek, relishing in the thrill of the forbidden. "Indeed." Creed, my wolf, growls in warning. I choose to ignore him. The air crackles as our eyes lock. The witch's gaze holds curiosity and a hint of desire. It's as if she's caught in a spell of her own, captivated by the audacity of my request.

Leina collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath, her entire body shaking from the ordeal. "It is done," the witch said, her voice carrying across the clearing. "You have your mark. You have given up your true scent. The bargain is complete." Leina looked at her wrist, at the crescent moon glowing there. It looked real. It looked perfect. It looked exactly like what she needed to convince everyone that she and Lanvin were meant to be together. But the witch was not finished speaking.

I felt a tingling sensation upon hearing the word 'crush'. "Sorry! Just wondering coz you're blushing!" Dakota still insisted. "Champagne effect, darling. C'mon! You should greet mom and dad first!" I told her as we both strode to our table. I saw Warren dancing with a socialite on the dance floor, I remembered the woman. She was one of our clients. Her name was Zelda.

“Now, get the fuck away from me. Iggy may be into gerontophilia, but not me.” Her nose wrinkled. I wonder if it is because she is pissed that I know it’s her. Or maybe her stomach is churning about the fact she’s fucking Iggy. I guess even an ancient hag like her has a standard, and Iggy is considered slumming it. I don’t care. Just care that it got her to take a few steps away from me. I don’t need her that close to my face. “Fine…” Shit Witch sneered as she wiped away my spit. And as if doing that was all it took, the wipe of her hand and the glamor was gone. I was looking at the mirror image of Katrina’s Bisnonna, the supposed good witch.

I growled, “and you, where will you be?” She wrapped her arms around my neck, “where ever you are, standing by your side, so what do you think? We have till the fireworks, so wherever my hologram is, that’s where they will focus on.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, “that’s not a bad idea actually, so the witches agreed to do this?” Her cheeks reddened, “for a price they will make millions of me.” I arched a brow, “and what is their price?”

Lore had it that the first witch had been blessed by Hermia with powers which had then passed to her descendants. As we neared, I spotted three of my strongest wolves standing guard. I nodded in silent approval as they stepped aside to let me into the cabin. A young woman rose as I entered, turning towards me. I took a moment to study her - long raven colored hair, high cheekbones, porcelain skin and a killer body. She was beautiful in a way that was meant to stun and seduce, but I was willing to bet an arm that that wasn’t what she really looked like. Underneath that glamour spell, she could be a seventy year old with false teeth.