Witch Tips Novels & Stories

he moved closer This is the moment we have been preparing for all our life.. 'shut up sub concious' I shut my eyes.. I heard him chuckle.. urgh.. Then I felt his lips on my forehead.. and when they say that when your crush kisses you,you feel the fireworks, slap them hard.. because what I felt was like the whole Afghanistan shifted in my body, bombs exploded everywhere butterflies and all I found myself smiling like an idiot.. his lips lingered more before he pulled out..I quickly looked down..he used his two fingers to raise my face ,his eyes were darker...

She just nodded her head and we proceeded to fix each other up. Her natural scent smelled like coconut laced with shea butter, it is extremely intoxicating. I tried to compose myself, hopefully, she doesn’t notice. It is especially hard to compose myself when her lips look that inviting, so full and soft-looking. Perhaps she thinks I am a creep for looking at her so much. I thought that I was pretty clear on not wanting to pursue a woman that was gifted to me, but how can I resist?

“Wait here” I spoke and moved out looking for Tessa. “Do you have sleeping pills?” I asked and she nodded without objecting. She gave me some and I crushed them dissolving into Sarah’s water. She needs to sleep, I can see it from her eyes, she won’t be able to sleep otherwise. “Drink some water… here” I went inside the room and saw her sitting in the same position as I left her in. She didn’t object and drank it instantly. I caressed her hair while she lied down on the bed feeling dizzy.

I asked, without any shame and she was taken aback by my directness. "Wow, that was super quick." She flipped her hair, showing a glimpse of her cleavage. I needed some kind of distraction to get Rebecca off my mind and the drinks were not helping me at all. "I don't hear you saying no," I smirked while she bit her lip as if contemplating whether or not to turn down my offer.

The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some beginners to face the Silver-haired wolf pack. Now Aza and Nelson are alone against the White Tiger who is in Warcraft level two intermediate. Three levels above the Silver Haired Wolf which was a level one Warcraft. The arrow that Aza misses because the White Tiger has a high defense power, but it is different from the wind knife that Nelson will shoot. Sreet! The roar of the White Tiger echoed one kilometer from the place, making several birds that were relaxing on the tree trunk leaving the tree afraid that their next target would be them.

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

I said. He glanced at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then waved over the waiter, ordering a double vodka for me and an espresso for himself. “I need alcohol to process this reality,” I said quickly, cutting him off before he could comment. “This is a first, getting pranked through Tinder. And the mastermind are teenager?” Julian chuckled softly, his laugh low and rich. “Kids these days are creative. Unfortunately, they don’t always use that creativity wisely.”

He asked and the man stepped backwards, holding the weapon at Adrian who didn't flinch. Adrian's eyes were focused on the knife "You may know how to stab quite well, but you sure don't know how to hide traces" he said "Look behind" he added He flipped the picture and right there that moment, Adrian moved swiftly, and kicked the knife out of the man's hand and kicked him by his head Adrian took off his wrist watch and pulled the man up by his shirt "Did you have fun doing that to a woman who had nothing to do with this war?" He landed a punch in his face, holding him by his hair at the back.

My cheek pressed against the cool stone pillar, my heart racing. “Lesson one,” he whispered close to my ear, his voice low and steady. “Never freeze. The moment you hesitate, you’re already losing.” Anger flared up alongside my fear. I pushed back with all my might, twisting and kicking against his leg. He let go of me, stepping back, his eyes shining with approval. “Better,” he said. “But you’re leaning too much on anger. Anger burns fast; you need control.” I flexed my sore wrist and glared at him. “Control? You’ve built your whole life on anger.”

He says, as he moves his head lower, his lips becoming dangerously close to mine. "Nope" I say. "Not a thing" I assure him further, closing my eyes so he can't look into them. "Liar" he whispers back accusingly, making me want to change the subject. "My wrists" I say in a desperate attempt to avoid my feelings. "What about them?" He asks, acting confused. "They hurt" I wine. "Aww, my poor baby!" He says pouting. "You want me to kiss them better?" He questions, wriggling his eyebrows at me. "No, I want you to take the hand cuffs off" I say irritated.