Semua Bab Genevieve: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The next cliche you're going to hear is that I actually do live in Salem, MA, and have done since birth. I did leave to go to college but that didn't work out. It just wasn't for me. I completed a full year studying Philosophy and English Literature, but all I wanted was to come home. You see, I'm a homebody. I love my city and always will! It's the only city where you will see Police cars adorned with witch logos, we even have an elementary school known as Witchcraft Heights, oh and the best one - the Salem High School's athletics team is called the Witches! So now you can see why the only place I ever want to be is here. As I said, the fact that I'm a real witch is just a bonus. My powers come from my mother who was also born a Witch. She met and married my father but he wasn't a Warlock or from any kind of magical background. He's what I earlier referred to as non-magic folk. You can imagine his face when my mum decided to let the proverbial cat out of the bag by confessing she wa

Now thanks to Hollywood and a certain TV show about three sisters with magic, many of our ways have been exposed but luckily with a different take on things. Let's just say a lot of it has been embellished or renamed but at the heart of it, a lot of it is close enough. Of course, we have dark magic, but as a Light Witch to practice any type of dark magic is against every fiber of our being. One thing we are NEVER to do is practice something called Necromancy, which is attempting to raise the dead. This is completely unnatural and if someone is powerful enough to succeed in doing this, there is always a hefty price to pay. Every Witch or Warlock will be handed the Book Of Light when they come into their powers. It's simply a book of light spells and in popular culture has been known to be called The Book Of Shadows, Grimoire, or The Book Of Spells - none of which are actually correct. The book is sacred to us and we protect it like that of the Bible. It can also be used to add your o

So far today, all I've managed to do is stare at my computer screen with all our inventory. I've even read the note about a thousand times trying to reveal the sender. Why am I so frustrated? I can't concentrate on anything to do with work. It's a good job I have my assistant Maisie here to serve the customers and keep things ticking over. Surely the mystery sender should know what sending this would do to me? Why send it to me and not Charlotte's parents or even the Police? "Genie, are you ok?". Maise looks at me concerned with her big brown eyes. She's as blonde as I am dark. People would describe us as polar opposites but we work well together and have even formed a friendship outside of work. "I'm ok Maisie. Sorry, I'm preoccupied today. I received some unusual news this morning and I'm trying to decide what to do about it". "Anything I can help with? A problem shared is a problem halved? Or so the saying goes?". She really is a sweetheart. But I can't tell her about the note

Instead of going home, I've ended up in O'Neills which is the only Irish bar in town. Sitting at home when I feel like this isn't a good idea. I'm sure a drink won't hurt me. Mac the owner puts a Guinness down on the bar as I take a seat. I frequent here enough that he knows what my drink of choice is. Just as I'm about to take a sip my eyes are drawn to a tall, dark-haired man standing at the pool table alone. My breath catches as I just stare at him like a mental patient. Who is this guy? As I cast my eyes over him like a ravenous animal I can immediately tell he's substantially taller than me; at least 6ft 5. He has lustrously thick black hair that looks untidy but beautiful. His eyes are expressive and large that look as deep as rich, dark chocolate. To top it off his lips are a plump and sultry shade of deep pink. Oh my god! I don't think I've ever seen a man as beautiful as him. I can't call him handsome as that word just doesn't do him justice. Before I can look away he sudden

The first thing I do this morning is to buy the local newspaper on the way to work to see if anyone has reported the accident last night. I scan the newspaper and find the article, which luckily hasn't made it to the front page - thank goodness for small miracles. Last night a local man under the influence of alcohol plowed into 16-year-old Tommy Fletcher who is a local of Salem. He is currently being treated in hospital for a leg injury sustained during the accident. A witness has confirmed that Tommy was pinned underneath the vehicle and that an unknown female came to his rescue and stayed with him until help arrived. At this moment in time, the local police have not released the name of the driver, and have also been unable to confirm the identity of the unknown hero, but are keen to speak with her. A witness? Shit! I was so positive there was nobody else around last night. Oh my god! My mum is going to go ape shit if she puts two and two together! As I re-read the article I calm