Wicked Witch *On Hold*
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  • Reads 4,901
  • Votes 191
  • Parts 13
  • Time 2h 3m
Ongoing, First published Aug 25, 2016
Mature
Book 1


Okay I admit turning my ex boyfriend into a snail and then salting him for cheating wasn't my brightest decision. But really why would I let another women be cheated on? I could of done something much worse you know?  Like make his penis so small you'd have to use a microscope to find it. Isn't killing him kinder? I thought I was doing the kinder thing. 

I hadn't expected them to send a Correctional Officer to come and bring me in to be deemed my punishment. I didn't even think that would be a blimp on their radar. Now I have to use my wicked ways to try and bewitch the Siren that is my captor. 

No one said life as a witch would be easy. Especially for one as wicked as me.

Add in a government conspiracy and a rebel group plotting the destruction of our old ways then we have a potion for disaster.

This is going to be fun.
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