The Wicked Ones

The Wicked Ones

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"Since you are about to die you may ask one question." Said the Gate Keeper "A-alright,' I shakily replied. I need to think about this. There's a million questions I need answered but with the strict 'one-question only' rule I guess I'm stuck with one. Then , it comes to me. I suddenly have all my strength and courage back. I raise my head to his then firmly ask, "Is hell real?" A small sinister smile crept upon his face. "Yes," he replied, "and you're going to it." ------------------------------------ Please don't forget to vote and comment!
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[COMPLETED] My grandmother is a witch. My mother is a witch. My sisters are witches. Even my daddy is a warlock when he's not moonlighting as a rat (a consequence of the aforementioned grandmother's temper). So you would think I would be a witch too, right? Nope. Not a spark of magic resides in my fingertips, and even worse, I'm beginning to think I'm allergic to magic. Kind of a big problem when you live in the middle of the most magical town in Mississippi. I'm just biding my time until I turn eighteen. Then, I can pack my bags and move out into the real world- with the normal humans. Until then, I just have to survive my grandmother's experiments, my sister's nasty temper, and the charms of the town's bad boy, Ash Goodwin. Easy...ier said than done.

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