Witch Novels & Stories

Ken stood up and walked towards the fire place. He pressed a button and out came a small drawer. He picked out a cigarette, lighted it using the lit fire place. “Where is she?” Ken questioned, facing the roof, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I’m sorry boss.” Ben pleaded, going on his knees. “She…she got away, I’m sorry boss.” Ben stammered. “You’re sorry?” Ken questioned, facing him and giving Ben a harsh look. Ken turned backing him, “you know I have zero tolerance for failures but as a close and trusted friend I forgive you." He spoke, his cigarette in his mouth, hands backwards.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

" Tell her it's in promotion, I'll pay 99% of the price " Leaning down to the woman's level, his action inflicting goosebumps on her skin he whispered. " If you convince her to take it, I'll be pleased " " Are you sure, this is like ten thousand dollars " Jane questioned after the brunette advertised how she happened to be a lucky customer as just won a massive discount. She looked down at the white material squatting her body like it was meant for her. It was a long O neck transparent mesh long sleeve, It's classy modest workwear.