Witch Novels & Stories

Electic sparks were flying everywhere. Her body broke into cold sweats. Her frantic gaze searching for Theo. Fear squeezed the air from her lungs when she couldn't find him. She was on her own. Angela gulped hard and wheeled her chair towards the exit. Her limbs were shaking, her gut was clenching with dread. Flames prowled around them like a deadly predator. Someone bumped into her wheelchair from behind causing it to turn over. A hiss tore through her throat as she fell to the ground. Her head hit the chair's arm prompting a whimper from her. She pushed the chair off her body with her shaky hands and struggled to get up. But it seemed like an impossible task. Damn her legs, they had sudden

� 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑… 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 � ��𝒑𝒆𝒏.

The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence for professional reasons. The younger boy who was scarcely eighteen had long blonde hair and a tight ass that looked just like a college girl on a cheerleading team. His name was Francis and as it turned out he was one of those transgendered persons who had ambiguous sexual identities and enjoyed taking it up the ass more than anything else of a sexual nature. Lafitte had him stripped and stretched across the whipping table just to see how his flanks looked when bent over in a defenseless position. He was surprised because