Secrets and Lies #AWitchSaga

Blissful months passed in the bewitching company– pun intended — of Megan, and just when I was certain that she, too, had fallen for me, she grew distant. The fog of apprehension was so heavy around her that I could cut it with a knife. Granted that she had secrets, I did not once question her life choices. After all, I had my own secrets that I didn’t share with her. Nevertheless, I could not let our skeletons sabotage our relationship. I longed to see her careless laughter chase away the darkness of my soul. Even if she didn’t wish to confide in me, I had to unravel the cause of her dismay, and I knew just the place to start.

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Warlocks love Feisty Witches #AWitchSaga

I have always hated warlocks. Their conniving schemes almost always destroy you. Geoffrey is no exception. For now, I have the upper hand, but this would not be the case forever. Before I reinstate my mom into the elite club of the witches, I cannot surrender to the wrinkles and fine lines. I just can’t. And until that happens, I have to hold on to that warlock.

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.