My Little Gray Witch

Devika's POVThe next morning, I came down by 6:30 after my morning ritual to find Mr. Young making breakfast in the kitchen."Good Morning Mr. Young" I greeted as I poured myself a glass of water."Good Morning Devika, how was your night?" he asked casually making me remember the feel of his hands against mine."It was nice Mr. Young" I replied taking deep breaths to calm the stupid thoughts am having."Drop the title already and go back to the way you spoke to me yesterday" he scolded lightly in a tone that made me wonder if he was joking or if he was serious.The thought of being casual with him excites and arouses me beyond comprehension as I find my stomach clenching and unclenching."I'm really sorry for that Mr. Young I didn't expect that you would be so young and ha..." I began to say without thinking at all. I wasn't even done speaking when I found him standing in front of me. His six-foot-something-tall frame towering over my 5'6 fr

Chapter 4Devika's POVThis is the 5th time I'm waking up tonight and it's not even 5 am yet. No matter how hard I try, I fail to fall asleep so am going downstairs. I walk slowly and steadily downstairs, not wanting to wake up Damian.Opening the backdoor, I walk to one of the pool chairs there and lay down, looking at the sky.Over and over again, the images of Damien fucking me keeps hunting me and I keep suppressing it as much as I can. I haven't even been here for 10 mins when a hand grabs my leg making me scream. I'm sure that was a hand but I can't find anyone. Without a second thought, I run to the light switch and turned it on.Coming back to where I was seated, a figure emerged from the water with a mocking smile on his face."You idiot!" I scream, finally able to breathe."What? Thought it was a ghost?" he asked with that sexy sweet smile of his."Nope, ghosts are way nicer than that, they don't just grab you without reason" I retor

Damian’s PovJust like every other year, Camille has me teaching Occult 101 to her witch students and sometimes, giving how I willingly agree, I wonder if she has me under some sort of leash. This year, am here eagerly for a different reason, Devika Clare, my little mate.Seeing her stand there in the midst of the crowd, reminds me how young and bright she is. Sometimes, I get caught up in the fact that she is my mistake that I forget how young and fragile she is, inside and out.“Camille, how did it go?” I asked with hands in my pocket. If am going to teach Occult with my mate here, then I need to make sure my secret remains a secret.“You are Damian so we’ve got your back” she replied with a smile.“I’m not one of you” I replied. Fixing my eyes on my mate. She was wearing a long sleeve black cropped top and a denimjeans. Her bright brown hair, running down her shoulders in beautiful wave curls. Her brown eyes shinned under the sun, a pure reflection of the

Devika’s PovWhy do I care? Why am I such a busy body? I can’t even understand what am thinking or what am doing, I just want him back so badly but why?!This is so infuriating, am not this type of girl so why am I reacting the way I am? I can’t think or focus on anything but him, his face, ocean blue eyes and shiny brown hair.I can feel myself spiraling slowly and I have no idea how to save myself. Sometimes, I begin to wonder if he has me under some sort of spell. It has to be right? It’s been 3 days! Three fucking days since he and I last talked and he didn’t come back even though I literally begged.After all efforts I’ve been putting into my practice, I still can’t sit still to meditate and relax, it’s barely working and here I am today, ready for another day of school. Phoebe did fulfill her promise of calling that night but I didn’t feel like talking so we only chatted a bit.I want to bail on sch

Devika’s Pov “I’m sorry, that came out the wrong way”, I reply awkwardly, hoping he didn’t misunderstand. “It’s okay Devika you don’t have to apologize” he replied with a smile. “So? Am I forgiven?” he asks and I nod. “Great because I have something planned but it all depended on you accepting my apology”. He replied, pulling me back into the house and to the living room. “Where are we going?” I ask curiously as I try not to focus on the butterflies in my stomach nor the tingling sensation coming from where her held my hand. “Wait here” he said as he let go of my hand and walk into the dark living room. He lit a candle, letting its tiny light illuminate the room as much as it can. He uses the single lit candle to light the other candles, giving the room a very warm and cozy vibe. There was a tent and white blanket at the living room floor, the couch and sofas were nowhere in sight and in front of the tent is a circle tray with goodies in it. There’s pizza, glass cups, biscuits,