The Witch Wolf

tree filled the air. The sky was void of stars and looked gloomy, like a woman in

ile it wailed. Lucia sat still in her room, made of wood and sacks. Thoughts ran through her head as she listened to the lou

just by staring at her, her mother, a witch. She was strong in her own way. A great battle broke out, and their survival re

ey had the weapons, and the witches, werewolves, and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last word

r pet. Mufasa. That's its name. She was sad, as he was the only companion she had, but there was n

nd the storm ceased. Fear gripped her as she tried to assimilate what just happened. “Did my prayer j

unting, for a small morsel of food. He would thrust deep into her and then let himself get drowned in her honeypot. She hated it but had no c

d, cupping her breast with his hand. He basked in the feel it provided his palm. “Let go of me," she warned, pushing his hand o

landed her two resounding slaps. She fell on her bug-infested bed, and with his index finger, he raised her dress. “Geez! I ha

yelled as his dick thrust hard into her. He yells upon yells as he continues to thrust into her. “Oh, my goodness!” her voice echoed in the air as she jerked up. “It wa

distic, and dangerous. Those three words described him in all their perfection. He was the most dreaded lecturer in school. She remembered how a studen

aiting. He was her best friend and the only friend she had in New York. Though she found him strange, He was a werewolf, and unlik

k and Harry. Phew! “Lucia!" His voice rang in the sky as he giggled. “I'm also done... I have told you on n

hysterically. “Well, when you are in Rome, you do as the Romans do. Here, we don't s

er locking the door to her apartment, they giggled off. The road was filled with all manner of people as they hur

was no different for the forty thousand students at New York University. Lucia and Jackson thronged along with the oth

“Really?" Her ears expanded upon hearing that. “Yes. About fifty dollars per hour!” he said with a smile. “Fifty dollars," she shrieked in excitement.

idding me? For a whole month of working my ass out at the shop, I get only a thousand dollars, and then four hours of work would fetc

ichever way it goes The school was bustling with activities as almost forty thousand students found their way to their various lecture venues. No one dared miss t

nd do whatever you like with yourself for the rest of the semester; we do not care," the vice chancellor would always say. Math

She was waiting for Jackson, who was greeting a friend. He hurried down to where she was, and they we

hen without warning, he landed Jackson a punch in the face. He fell to the ground. Lucia ran to him. “What do you want?" Jackson asked, shivering like a cock that got drenched in the rain. “Come on,

m? Are you nuts?" She asked with her fist clenched. He made to land her a punch when the mega speaker The hall came to lif

he hall containing almost ten thousand people became e

ock in the evening, as the agent had told Jackson that it would be on a first-come, first-served basis. They got to the venue and were lucky to be

y the time the twelve people were around, the caterer had ordered the back door to be shut. She gave them a list of everyo

nned-skinned man, but he had one fault. Arrogance. He was arrogant to a fault. She wouldn't blame him. He was the son of Lydia Avanti, t

, disrupting Lucia's thought. The last words the caterer said rang in her ears. “Even if it isn't convenient for you.” She raised her hand to

a branded cloth. Lucia was placed in the VIP section, and she shrieked, knowing fully well that Roberto woul

seats. She was directing one of them when, by mistake, she bumped into someone.

s Roberto Avanti. “I can see you lack conversational ethics," she said, and in r

she was, she forced him away from her and gave