All Chapters of The Rogue Warlock's Twin Flame: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHIARA“Will you be at home for dinner tonight, Chiara?” Dad asks me over breakfast.I am scanning the morning paper as I eat my grapefruit and bagel with cream cheese. My father and I make+ it a habit to eat breakfast together as often as possible despite our busy work lives. He owns a law firm and I work as a senior editor in a rather prestigious publishing company. But we try to make our time together generally undisturbed by our professional lives. I glance up at him. My father is a very attractive man in his fifties, and he has an innate grace I admire and adore. But I did not get my more prominent physical looks from him but from my mother. I got his chin, though. My mother is a lovely woman, but I love my chin.I am often told my character and mannerisms are reminiscent of both parents. I would like to think I could be as solid and as strong as my father when I aged because while growing up, I exhibited more of my mother’s wariness, quirkiness, and fierceness.I shake my head.

CHIARA WHEN we reach the restaurant, my driver pulls up directly in front of the doors and helps me out of the car.“Thanks, William. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to leave.” He will wait for my call somewhere else, probably in the pub we have passed on the way here. He tips his hat to me in agreement and then he is off. Meanwhile, I walk up to the entrance of the restaurant.I do not recall having eaten here previously. The outside is elegant and modern, and the interiors look intimate and cozy.But most essentially, the smells emanating from the place are delicious.I can see through the windows that almost all the tables are occupied.So how come I have never heard of this restaurant before?It doesn’t seem to be a family-oriented place though, since there are no children in sight. The patrons that are seated and eating dinner have their faces up and turned towards... me?Interesting.I frown. That’s confusing.They are all really looking at me, watching me. Why the hell are t

CHIARA “MOTHER, we’ll have to do something so I can take off from work for me to fly to where this guy is,” I say.But she just waves her hand dismissively. “Consider it all done. We have a cover ready for you, and you’ll not have to lift a finger.”“Yes… though I wish you’d given me a proper warning. I’ll have to make sure my writers are taken care of.”“Darling, it’s not like you’ll be leaving for a whole year. It’s just going to be a day or two.”“Oh.” I blink. “Okay. I guess we can manage that.” I am frowning a little, because I am expecting it will take a longer time to talk to someone with a name like Gideon Swan, who is a notorious hermit billionaire, about Magickals, and that he is one.My mother is still talking, adding a few more details, then I hear something that catches me.“Nooo,” I wail. “I’m not going to Louisiana! You know how much I hate the humidity there!”“It won’t be so bad this time of year,” she soothes, brushing aside my refueled objections. “Your birthday is

GIDEON SO is this my punishment for hurting James and all the others before him due to my ignorance?I ran away from the first family that took me in, and then three foster homes, because I was different.During the time, I was just a freak, the kind that scares regular people. Others—kids and grown-ups—know there is something unusual about me. They never talked about it, because they probably feel afraid others would think they are crazy.I was the freak and I have power over them because of it, and I could feel it even as a child, how scared they are of me. How I make every moment they spend with me hellish.Someone would invariably start acting cruelly because of this terror, or just because somebody’s stupid. I got into fistfights. I never started a fight. But I end up un-punished.Because the adults knew.Or, sometimes, in the case of the foolish, I end up hurting someone.In a way, I was chained and battered. Even as a child, I knew I’m a good person.It’s because I keep wanti

CHIARA AS I watch the gorgeous man in front of me, I feel strange.In a bit of a quandary.Unbelievable.But in my first glimpse of him, giddiness and pure lust slammed into me.I’m a virgin, for pity’s sake. I’ve never felt anything like this for any man, even the sexually magnetic men I have encountered in my life as my father’s heiress. Or those beautiful men who modeled in shoots of some of the projects I undertook for my publisher.Never.I have dated but I never had a boyfriend.I had lusted, but never felt the desire to jump to bed with the man who triggered the yearning like this. I need something more. I need to know the man, need more time.Nothing like this.This is pure, undiluted lust, for a stranger.And it doesn’t make any sense.So I know it is the magick that’s doing this.And I know, without him saying, that he was Gideon Swan.He is the awakened warlock.And Jesus H. Christ… he is potent.It is all I can do to stay calm.I try to imagine what my mother will do in th