Life to a Witch - Wattys2017

Life to a Witch - Wattys2017

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I knew his body as well as my own, the way it moved, the way it felt. Damien. His eyes like green fire, stared at me, my curves, my lips. I felt naked, exposed and rage boiled in my stomach. Even after everything he had done, he led with no apology; just stood there, as if this wasn't a kidnapping. As if I wasn't trapped down here with the endless dripping water. **** That's where I saw the first tear in Damien's shiny facade. Damien was egotistical, and power hungry. His armor cracked, and once his armor cracked I couldn't pretend perfection existed. I stared at the paper, the wax seal mocking me and I wondered what worth my life had? Was death worth escaping this world? About: A human trapped in a world of witches must chose between freedom or love. This is the drafts of my up-coming novel, life to a witch, enjoy. Story is complete and will be dripped out
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Metanoia

"Black looks good on you, Acacia" My breath hitched as I gradually turned around only to see Damien leaning against the door, smirking at my lingerie-clad figure. His hands tucked deep inside his pockets, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. His thumb playing with the wedding ring on his left hand. A mischievous smirk settled on his lips. A horrified scream left my mouth as I yelled, "D-Damien! Get out!" I covered my chest, almost frantic but he doesn't want me sane, he is driving me crazy! Damien chuckled, lowly, swiftly locking the door, walking closer to me as I moved back, knocking my hairspray down to the ground. His arm wrapped around my bare waist as his hands traced down my back, picking me up and placing me onto the countertop. "Damien, stop" I whispered, lowering my gaze as his fingers slid my strap off my shoulder before his lips trailed down my neck, softly breathing on my sensitive skin. His slender fingers gripping onto my hair, gathering them into a bunch My hands resting on his bare chest before I moved them to his collarbone and his neck. "Save your screams for later, Mrs McKnight" ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━ Damien McKnight, 23-years-old, famous lawyer, handsome, calm, playful, prudent, and curse words, is like oxygen. Acacia Russell, 21 years old, beautiful, chirpy, softhearted, diligent dentist in training, sensitive, and allergic to curse words. Do opposites really attract? What will happen when both broken souls with traumatic and useless relationship experiences meet? Read to find out! Started: 3rd July 2021 Ended: 18th August 2021 Word count: 80,000 - 90,000 words

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