{ 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
"You're not the first man to go through this, Farrow,” Noah continues, “But you're the first one to snap out of it, we should be happy.” "What do you mean?" I push the table away from me so I can sit up better, "What happened to the others?" "They either lost their minds… or died," he responds,
Fuck. I fucking hate this. I hate how much sense she’s making. “This isn’t your fault,” Rose continues, voice softer, “Violet used and abused you. She’s the one to blame, not you. I don’t offer excuses often, but I’m giving them to you right now. Everything you did is justified.” I shake my head
I already knew that thing about the glamour spell, Healer Erika told me, but she didn't show me the pictures. I thought it would be just a little thing, I had no idea the difference would be so noticeable. But, holy shit, I really got played. For some reason, this picture makes everything just
"She did. And she wanted to go even further. You could have died like the others, but you didn't. You defeated the monster." "Me? Nah, I was happy with the monster,” I spit out, disgusted with myself, “Other people defeated it for me." "Fine, but you're free of her anyway. So, what now?" "I do
Noah Anderson came into my life nineteen years ago just like this. Passively commanding and assertive, taking control of everything. He has a soft face and a calm voice, but he gets shit done. Always. He's more like a father to me than my own father, who I barely remember. I walk to the bathro
"We’ve all known him for over five years, Farrow, come on. He's a good guy," he says and he’s right, but I fucking hate it. I have to cross my arms and look away to stop myself from flipping this table, "And I trust Sky's judgment. If she likes him, there's no way he's shady." I scoff. Sky has
Instead of walking inside the hotel, I decide to go on a walk to the shopping mall and get myself a new phone because Violet got rid of mine at some point. She said I didn't need a phone because she's the only person I needed to talk to. And I simply agreed to it, like a fucking idiot. "The cu
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