Between Spells and Shadows: A Cozy Cauldron Romance

by R.N. Barbosa

Emma Sharpe was a duplicitous, narcissistic, conniving bitch. Ruling with fear tactics and manipulation, she was the undisputed Queen Bee of the Cauldron. There was no low too low for her to stoop to and no line she wasn't willing to cross to maintain her control of Mystic Alley. Even if it meant backstabbing her best friend. Former best friend.

The chafe of her thick thighs were a fire hazard

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unfortunately, you can’t strap on a personality.

the floral pattern accentuating her figure as a breeze caught it just right. Probably a breeze of her own making. The bitch.

“You really know how to throw an outfit together; don’t you, Gwyndion?” Agreeing with a throaty, mhm, Dion looked Emma over in turn and replied, “I also know how to throw together a good eulogy. I’ve been working on yours. Wanna hear it?”

It wasn’t even a coven, it was a fucking circle jerk.

Dissatisfaction is contagious, I hear.”

“Bye, bitch.”

No, thank you. I can flick my own bean

fuck the consequences.

“Y’all have no business being this cute.”

The week leading up to most holidays contained an assortment of celebrations and festivities. Dion liked to call it foreplay, Thea preferred pre-gaming.

“Your ‘girlfriend’ is fine as fuck and I’ve been uncomfortable in my pants since brunch. I need a booty call and for you not to judge me.”