62-Emma and Jax- every witch way

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by Ameliashepherdwife

by Ameliashepherdwife

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the secluded garden behind Iridium High. Emma Alonso, a teenage witch with a heart full of secrets, stood near the fountain, her pulse racing. She had always been drawn to the mysterious Jax Novoa—the rebel with a hint of magic in his eyes. And tonight, under the moon's watchful gaze, something shifted between them.

Jax leaned against the stone wall, his dark hair tousled. "Emma," he said, his voice low and tinged with vulnerability. "You know we're not supposed to be here."

Emma's heart fluttered. "I know. But sometimes rules are meant to be broken."

He stepped closer, their breaths mingling. "You're different," Jax murmured. "Not like the other witches."

Emma's fingers brushed against the silver pendant around her neck—the one that held her powers. "And you're not like other humans," she replied. "There's magic in you too."

Jax's lips curved into a half-smile. "Maybe that's why we're drawn to each other."

The tension between them was palpable. Emma's mind raced—should she kiss him? Would it change everything? But then she remembered the prophecy—the one that spoke of a love that could save or destroy them all.

"Emma," Jax whispered, his hand cupping her cheek. "I've wanted to do this since the day we met."

And before she could protest, his lips met hers—a soft collision of magic and longing. The world fell away, leaving only the taste of him—the warmth, the promise. Emma's heart soared, and for a moment, she forgot about the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

When they finally pulled apart, Emma's cheeks flushed. "Jax, I—"

He silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time. His fingers tangled in her hair, and she melted against him. The fountain's water danced around them, echoing their stolen moment.

"Emma," Jax said against her lips. "I don't care about prophecies or consequences. I just want to be with you."

She pressed her forehead to his. "Me too."

And so, under the moon's benevolent gaze, they made a silent pact—a love that defied fate, a kiss that ignited their souls. The garden held its breath, as if it knew that Emma and Jax were rewriting their destinies.

But magic always came with a price. As their lips met once more, Emma wondered if their love would save them or unravel everything they held dear.