Witches Get Stitches (Stay a Spell, #3)

by Juliette Cross

he was also giving off cinnamon-roll vibes.

....wtf

What the hell? I wasn’t even the lovey dovey type, much less the kind to massage a guy’s nasty feet. Hell no, Spirit! You can take that vision right back and shove it up your ethereal ass.

violet is so real

“And,” she emphasized, “I’m going to be happily married to one man and we’re going to have seven kids together. Six boys and one girl.”

yasssss henry

“Dammit,” Livvy grumbled, watching some guy approach our group. “Not him.”

yaaaassss gareth

Clara stood next to the third and last tree, the only one without brightly knitted clothing. She hadn’t noticed me because she was chatting away, while knitting, to the grim leaning against the brick wall next to our entrance. He wore faded jeans and a leather jacket, his jet-black hair hiding most of his profile as he lifted a cigarette to his lips. Henry Blackwater, Sean’s older brother.

the stop smoking scene omggggg

“You Taureans are always good at the long game.”

LITERALLY ME RN