When she says that, I realize I need to fucking move. Move my ass right the fuck now and get as far away from this house as I can before this old bitch comes out and finds me. I walk backwards and then run to my car careful not to make too much noise. I throw the envelope with the divorce papers
"What did you do?" Hope asks me, more worried than murderous now. "Nothing, I ran away! It was scary." "We need to stop running away so much," Rocky murmurs and starts pacing around with his hands on his hips, "What do we think? Violet bewitched Farrow? What about their fated bond then?" "May
"Fine, but keep it hidden," I shake my head and continue walking to Cassie’s door, then I knock. It takes a couple minutes, but the door opens, "Hello again, Cassie… Rocco told us about what you said to him earlier, can we come in? All I need is a bit more information.” "It's just you two?" she as
"I need a bathroom," I say, covering my mouth because I feel like I’m about to throw up. Cassie jumps up and leads me to a bathroom. As soon as I walk inside, I get on my knees in front of the toilet and I heave painfully. I know it’s mostly stomach acid because it burns my throat. It hurts. My s
"But is he under the glamour spell? Does he see you as more attractive than you are?" Hope demands with narrowed eyes. Cassie shakes her head very vigorously. "No. I want out of the coven," she blurts out, eyes very open and honesty in her scent, "I haven't been to the coven house in a while and I
"If the council can find another real witch, then I guess I'm on your side," Cassie murmurs, not sounding too sure but knowing that's the best option she has, "But I really need protection, I’m not exaggerating. Violet saw me with you guys, if something starts to go down, they'll know it was me and
The breakfast next morning is goddamn tense as hell. Bobbie is the only one who is acting normal and eating like she's starving, but the rest of us are just sitting there, all of us lost in our own thoughts. I’m exhausted and worried, so I’m just looking at my empty plate. I know I should get some
{ Farrow } Witches. Goddamn witches. They bombed my entire fucking existence and I wasn’t even aware. For this past week, I've been in jail and then in the hospital, mostly all alone with my own thoughts and my furious wolf. And the healer. It didn't take too long for the weird fog to dis
Henry makes a whimper and then I feel him completely flushed to my body. He's all in. "Oh god," he whimpers, "You okay?" I truly don't know. I just shrug, but I think he's really lost in how good this feels for him because he moves, pulling out just to slide in again. Then he does it again. H
"Holy fuck," Henry lets out, his voice going even deeper. I'm pulsating so much now, with his finger sliding over my pussy, then he retracts his fingers and lifts his hand in between us, "Holy fuck, Bobbie." So, the answer was yes. I'm wet. Very wet, according to his fingers. There's even some...
Into me. I move away to take his pants all the way off, then I sit on his thick thighs again and take off my dress. Now I'm in my underwear, sitting on my best friend. "What do you think?" I ask. He's just observing me in silence, his eyes focusing on my breasts, "I just said a lot about your bod
"Maybe awkward for a while, but we can just... promise we'll stop after this one time," he murmurs, "I promise I won't let a little bit of awkwardness ruin what we have." "Okay," I murmur, knowing I shouldn't just do this because a guy is asking. I wasn't planning on losing my virginity tonight, I
If I were drinking something right now, I would've sprayed it all over him in shock. But I just blink at him. "Think about it," he starts and sits up to look at me with that annoying fucking face and a hand up. Jeez, he's so annoying and always forcing me to think about shit I don't want to think a
And sometimes, I... I remember the way he kissed me that day. In my grandparents' basement. It was short but really good and after that, I've kissed two other boys. It didn't feel as good. "Ah! Holy fuck!" Henry exclaims when he opens his bedroom door and we see his friend Sam in Henry’s bed. The g
******* THREE YEARS AGO ******* { Bobbie, 16 years old } If my parents knew what I'm doing right now, they would make a huge deal out of it, just like the last time I did something like this. Sneaking out or lying about my whereabouts. My dad would go all crazy, yelling at me like a feral bea
I laugh, that sounds more like him. So different to me, even to this day. “Because who needs love, right?” I smirk at him. Henry shrugs. “What even is love and why do people think a spouse the only source of it?” He asks. Of course, always with his mental gymnastics, “You give me love. My parent
"I'm going to cook something, come help me," Henry says as he comes back, making me look up from my phone. I nod and get up to follow him to the kitchen, "I'm feeling pasta, you want some?” "Yes, something cheesy," I say, opening the fridge to start taking stuff out. Henry is the chef in this hous