Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
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Today was the day.
After months of self-imposed exile, I was finally venturing into town. My cabin was now tucked away in the middle of a flat orchard field in England. I had relocated, hoping the move would do me some good, but my cabin still seemed to be both a sanctuary and prison.
I hesitated at the edge of the gravel path leading to the nearby village, my hands trembling slightly. This was probably a terrible idea. What was the point of being around people when I could barely tolerate myself?
But I had to get out—out of my solitude, out of the ever-tightening grip of the Darkhold.
The book was... insidious. I was learning so much about my power, about the depths of what I could do. But the more I read, the angrier I became. The Darkhold didn't just teach; it devoured. It gnawed at the edges of my mind, consuming whatever small pieces of myself still remained.
Still, I had to keep going. For my boys. For Billy and Tommy. Wherever they were, I would find them. I had to.
But for now, the least I could do was breathe in the world outside.
The path into the village led me to a charming little street market. Stalls lined the cobblestone streets, bursting with colorful displays of produce, flowers, and trinkets. I stood there for a moment, watching the small crowd flow from stall to stall. They all seemed so... at ease, so normal. Happiness radiated from their faces, a feeling that seemed so distant from me now.
"Maybe this apple could change your mood."
The voice startled me. At first, I ignored it, assuming it wasn't meant for me.
"Or perhaps you're more into peaches?"
This time, I glanced up, my curiosity piqued. A woman—a breathtakingly beautiful woman— stood nearby, holding an apple in one hand and a peach in the other, her wide smile aimed squarely at me.
"Excuse me?" I asked, more defensive than I intended.
"You seem... moody. Maybe a fruit could cheer you up," she said lightly. "You can take either—or both. Your choice."
"Moody?" I repeated, frowning. "I don't even know you. Why would you assume such a thing?"
Her smile didn't falter, not even a little. "Your face kind of gave it away. You're almost broody. Maybe you're hungry. I'm just trying to help."
The bluntness of her response left me momentarily speechless. "Do I know you?" I asked, my tone sharp.
"No. But do I have to know you to help?" she countered, tilting her head slightly as if genuinely curious.
"I don't need help," I snapped. "Much less from a stranger."
"Well, my name is Y/N," she said smoothly. "So, technically, I'm not a stranger anymore."
