The Witchwood Boys Are Trending (Witchwood Boys #1)

by C.M. Stunich

I laugh, but I’m not worried. My grandma traveled to the Witchwoods and made it back because she followed the rules. No talking. If you talk, you’re lost to the woods. That’s how I know that all of those missing people have disappeared for good.

My very DNA is shifting, making room for something new, for that magic I chased so fiercely when I knew that I should very well have left it alone.

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. I don’t often start fights, but I always finish them.

Why not a coven of fearless women? Because they would never have doomed you to share their fate, that’s why.

It’s hard to remember that I wanted magic, and that I got magic. I got exactly what I asked for by coming here.

Our eyes meet, and he offers a smile that sits only on his lips. The skin on his forehead remains tight, nothing wrinkles. That is what it means when a smile doesn’t reach someone’s eyes.

Sometimes, you crave love so badly that you accept disrespect and dislike in its place.

“Then maybe ask yourself: why the fuck would you want a good guy to begin with? Villains fuck better anyway.”

“I wanted to see what my future might taste like.” He draws back and swipes a hand over his lips, like he’s washing me away. But then his hand drops and he squeezes it into a fist at his side, like he’s planning on keeping the memory tucked there against his palm.

Close by, but on the other side of a wall. Seems fitting and metaphorical.

It’s just a look, but I hear all of that on some weird, invisible wavelength between us called human intuition. This has nothing to do with being a witch and everything to do with being human.

“Can’t I just have the witch fantasy, and the three hot guys without all of this emotional stuff?”

I feel like I might be in serious trouble here. Some sort of metaphorical cauldron has bubbled over, and I’m looking into the eyes of a beautiful nightmare.