Blank Canvases (On Hold)

Prolouge

"Leave me alone Jack!"
"God! I hate you, you jerk don't ever talk to me again" Woah, What's wrong with Louise? Time of the month?
"What did i-" i started but she cuts me of saying "Grab everything that's yours and leave this house!" Confused, I immediately grab her by the waist and put her in my shoulder.
"Wha- bring me down right now Mister!" i put her down and stared at her eyes.
"You told me to grab what's mine so that's what i did" I told her seriously.
The corner of her lips twitched a little so i held her face with both of my hands and smashed my lips into hers.
Our kiss started really slow, sweet, but full of passion. She held onto me while tugging at my hair like her life depended on it. While my left hand is grasping her waist and my other hand helds her face close as possible to mine.
"God bless me" she said as soon as we pulled away breathlessly from our kiss.
I look at her glowing green eyes in confusion, "huh?"
She blushes, "You know when someone sneezes and we say bless you to them, because when you sneezed your heart skips a beat. It's just the same as kissing you, my heart skips a beat... no-no not a beat, but maybe a couple of beats. You get my poin-"
I chuckled and cut her sentence by kissing her full pink pouty lips until i pulled away, smiled and said
"Bless you"

Terrible fate brought two souls together and mend them into one, images, fate, keeps appearing right in front of his eyes, their future.
What can he do if he saw chaos, blood, and death? Will he fight for her?
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Her name is Louise Claire Danvers the most broken witch in this world, the most unfortunate one... Every witches can read each others fate, but she's different her fate is blank, no one can see it. What's the big deal? Blank fate means destruction, death.
I'm Jack Caleb Rivers the freak... at least that's what my classmates (well not all my classmates) and my foster parents told me. Wondering why? It's because my eyes flashes different kind of colors based on my emotions, I also see visions sometimes, but other than that it's because my room is full of what they thought "blank canvases".

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(A/N: This is a story about witches. I'm new at writing so don't judge me, opinions for the story is welcome! and please don't copy my ideas! Thanks for reading!
All the love xxx)
-MadameMoustache