Witch? I did not Fall for a Witch #AWitchSaga

Witch? I did not Fall for a Witch is part 2 of Witches and True Love Bleed my Heart series.

A tap at the shoulder brought Megan back to the present. Without glancing back, she said, “You’re late.”

“Hello to you, too, Megan!” the warlock smirked showing his pearly white teeth.

“Enough with your games. Did you bring what I need, Geoffrey? Or, do you intend to waste more of my time?” Megan’s voice was laced with sarcasm. She kept her gaze on the ocean refusing to meet the warlock’s eyes.

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Lying with the Devil – Redemption

Ten years back, a girl named Mary was kidnapped. During her captivity, she developed Stockholm Syndrome and fell in love with her kidnapper, Michael. By the time Detective Steven Bullard arrived to rescue her, things had turned dramatically bizarre. It appeared she had been brainwashed to the extent that she believed her captor to be her Archangel Michael. Steven’s failure to protect Mary sent him down the path of self-destruction.

The Ghosts of Curmudgeon Avenue

The nincompoops are back in the fourth book of the Curmudgeon Avenue series, The Ghosts of Curmudgeon Avenue by Samantha Henthorn. In a wild twist, the side characters of the previous books are in the limelight. However, this does not mean that Edna, Edith, and Harold have disappeared. On the contrary, they are everywhere now. Well, at least Edith is! Edna is despondent at the absence of Genevieve from her afterlife. Harold has declared that he and Edith are “technically” no longer married. Nevertheless, Edith is too busy getting Ricky and Wantha back together to bother about his declaration. Speaking of being bothered, Harold has his own share of paranormal interventions to worry about. Someone, he cannot see, is pushing him to reveal the truth about the elephant accident.

Witches and True Love Bleed my Heart (Part 1)

Witches shouldn’t have to grow old. It’s an embarrassment really that even with all this power, I can’t make a mirror worship me! Megan waved her hands in frustration. Earlier, her reflection boasted a flawless skin with big round emerald green eyes, small nose and plump lips that sat perfectly on a glowing dusky tone. Now, signs of aging had caught up with her. Absentmindedly, Megan pressed her index and middle fingers over her crow’s feet, as if the very action would smooth away the wrinkles. She despised her drooping eyebrows, hallowing cheeks, and sagging skin. With a deep, she picked up a black bed sheet and threw it over her mirror.

Alex McKenna & The Geranium Deaths

Alex McKenna & The Geranium Deaths by Vicki-Ann Bush is a Young Adult – Paranormal fiction. 17-year-old Alex shared his mom’s ability to see the dead. Although his ability caused him grief with the bullies in his school, he learned to ignore the unnecessary noise. This was not the only reason for the bullies to target him, though. Since the day they realized that Alex was a transgender, they figured out creative names to torment him. In addition to these problems, a series of ruthless murders in his town perplexed him. If he didn’t have his amazing spidey sense, he would have discarded these bodies-with-frozen heads as a case involving a serial killer. However, his gut told him otherwise. The more research he put into the cases with his best friend, Margaret, the firmer his suspicion grew at the connection of a dark spirit.

The White Apron by Christine Eyres

Although Aggie’s life was no fairy tale, she cherished her childhood like a distant dream. When her teacher recommended her for a scholarship exam, she believed herself to be one step closer to becoming a teacher. However, her mother, whom she called Mam, decided that it was “o’er time” that she left the school. Despite her reluctance, fourteen-year-old Aggie was sent off to Alder Lodge to work as a “maid-of-all-work.” This is where she found love. She could not put her foot down to protect her ambition of becoming a teacher, but in the matter of marriage, she did not succumb to her mother’s resistance. Thus, she married William, a soldier with enchanting tales of travels far and beyond. Little did she know that this very man would put her through life’s horrific turmoils. The White Apron by Christine Eyres is a testament to a woman’s resilience and devotion.

Soulmate, My Soul will Find Yours!

Soulmate! There is a nice ring to the word. Right? Words have more power than we give them credit for. With just one right string of words, we can change the course of events — important events. Once upon a time, around seventeen years ago from now, a person introduced me to the word soulmate. I didn’t know at the time, but my life changed dramatically after that. For one, the idea of somebody, whom my soul knew even before I was born, lit up my whole world. No longer did I feel alone. With a soulmate by your side, you could be invincible. If you already have found your soulmate, you are nodding with me. Nonetheless, if you haven’t, you’re laughing at my naivety. Regardless of your reaction, I found my soulmate, and I love my life for it.

When Corona met a Real Human!

Corona took my job and, with that, all my hopes for a better future for my family. Just when I was confident that my daughter would have a future in a better school, corona crushed my and my daughter’s dreams. My wife was not in favor of my decision to enroll our daughter, Sheena, to one of the most prestigious colleges in Delhi. In her backward opinion, girls should focus on cooking, cleaning, and other household chores. I had put my foot down.

John Hunter-a little bit of what you fancy

In his twenties, John Hunter was just like any other normal guy. In order to get some extra cash, he took up a part-time job as a waiter in a posh hotel. Clueless of the hotel’s well-concealed side business, he thought of his sexual encounter with a stunning woman with a “grey rat under her thong” a stroke of luck. However, the next day, when he woke up to find that the woman had left him money, he realized that she mistook him for a gigolo. To add to his confusion, Phil, the man who trained him in the hotel, and Kirsty, the hotel manager, knew all about his supposed chance encounter.

What Happens in Funeral Stays in Funeral!

Have you ever been to a funeral? Excuse my frank, albeit at times rather insensitive, remarks about the occasion. In my recent experience, I had come to the conclusion that more than 90% of those tear-stricken faces are portraying a facade. Undoubtedly, the close family mourns the loss deeply. However, a major portion of relatives, who come to “show respect” to the departed, do everything but mourn. Or perhaps, my family falls under this category. If you haven’t hated me with my forward comments, you would soon begin to hate me. Whatever! I never bothered about your opinion, why should I start doing it now? Particularly on the day, when I received two mind-blowing superpowers from God.