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When You Love A Witch...

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Smothered in emotion, I felt my heart constrict at his words playing across my senses like the melancholy sound of a lonely violin. I felt the vibrato of his deep voice roll across my skin, I tasted the words as they left his lips and flowed effortlessly across my parted ones, I heard the intonation and the inflection in his voice as it cracked across my ears like thunder, I smelled his breath, like some kind of ambrosia I could only dream of, and I saw the way the light in his eyes slowly retreated.

The journey of a young witch, with all of the power and none of the knowledge...

A journey of discovery...

A journey of yearning...

This story does contain sexual content, references to self-harm, and may contain real-life experiences. 

The real life experiences are coincidental, and in no way coincide with the life of any that I know of thus far.All Rights Reserved

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Warring Logics *COMPLETE* (Book 1 of The Institute of Fantasiological Studies) by HeatherJacobs123

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Essence of Purity [boyxboy] by FKNichols17

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Lunar Eclipse by NRMedina

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Finding my Leelen [completed] by AlmaaaGgg

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When you smile by Iris-hope

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