Forever Yours, Alpha
Her house was one of those houses that have lawns, trimmed shrubs, a patio with a wooden swing, and a lot of flowering plants around her house.
“You made it,” she chirped. Even her voice was a lot calmer outside her work. “Come in,” her smile was instantaneous as she opened the door wider. She was a woman inviting her friends to come into her house.
In fairytales, witches had wild, thick hair, pale, wrinkled skin, and pointy noses, wore black cloaks, and rode broomsticks in the middle of the night. They lived far from humans, and their houses were dark and chilling, ceiling lined with cobwebs, and there was usually a big cooking pot where they cooked their spells.
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