A life of which demons, spells, and contracts all exist with the girls of Samson forever to be followed by a Curse/contract. Camilla the youngest, knows the dark old terrifying creatures AS she quickly learns the old stories and secrets her grandmum...
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He had me running around like a mule. There no time to sit down, he always seemed so relaxed never having had this much work to do.
"Camila! I need those papers from period 6 to be organized from a-z and sitting on my desk in the next ten minutes." He called still scribbling downgrades in his little notebook.
Huffing I got up from my small TA desk and stomped over to the massive pile of papers. Searching through until I saw the large '6' on Lisa Coleman paper. Sighed I heaved the ones underneath it bring them to my desk. Where other colorful documents sat in big messy piles.
"Don't sigh boys don't like a woman who can't do a little hard work." he crossed me like he was my mother or something. my head snapped and gave him the dirtiest glare I could muster at his tousled black head.
In the sparkly pink pen, I started going into what I called 'rush-work-to-go-to-friends' and started grading the papers like mad. After a good 15-16 minutes, I had a stack of papers with pink pen scribbled across with grades on 'the kings' desk. I huffed as I started to walk out to grab a coffee. A slight breeze was felt on my arm.
There stood in front of me was the 'king' himself. He stood his hands held two Starbucks cups and a single muffin. My head whipped back to where I just saw him sitting.
"Ehm. Ms. Camila, it's rude not to accept things people are giving you." Once again nudging the food and drink into my open arms. I juggled for a second to get used to the new found weight in my hands.
"Thanks. I guess." Taking a small sip of coffee. It was bitter my face cringing.
His head cocked to the side looking at me. The expression was familiar.
An old memory flashed through my head. The field of wild lavender, the blue and white blanket they sat on, with the new rose china set that he had specially got for me. His eyes flashed like he seemed to remember the original invention of coffee. The ground up brown nuts that needed to blend finely. He had only just made it. I, his impatient madam took it black. My face grew twisted; my mouth turned downward. Napkin came up as she secretly stuck out her tongue. Both of us were snapped out of it when I brushed past him.
"Where are you going?" He asked me.
"To put some sugar in this, it's too bitter," I spoke with an individual tinge to it. I stepped out with the muffin and coffee headed straight for the cafe.
Micah sat down in his chair, his hands ruffling through his hair as he watched me. He thought to himself; she had no clue how similar she was to her. This time it was different. The seal wasn't set, and he would need a new contract soon. He needed a reason to stay with her. Her deepest darkest wishes were his.
