Three Witches E-Book

Love Wild

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 50

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Her lips felt like a feather tickling my skin. "M-magic? Amelia, ya can't... I mean you're not..." She wasn't a witch! What was she going on about like she understood? My breath had become a bit heavier and I whimpered softly. "We can. Me, you, Virginia..." She murmured and reached up, stroking my cheek gently. "Doesn't it feel right? We can actually be somethin', Mary! Instead of borin' farm girls. Isn't this what we've been waitin' for?" "I mean, well..." I wasn't very good with words at the time and I was terribly aroused by my own best friend! "It'd be interestin'..." I admitted softly and closed my eyes. "Then don't act so silly!" She giggled and suddenly her lips were against mine. She was kissing me! And it was long.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Chapter

Chapter

Chapter

Chapter

Chapter

Chapter

Chapter

I.

Life in the countryside was often considered boring by the people who lived in cities. They weren’t wrong. There’s almost nothing to do here, and the most exciting days were the ones where we would go into the city to sell our crops and other goods. Luckily, I live near two other farms and have friends that I’ve known since I was a kid. We did everything together, from hiding to avoid field work to camping out in one of our barns together. We were always look for something new and exciting to do, which didn’t come often. so when we found something really old and interesting, we learned all we could about it. My name is Mary Bixby and me and my friends made an amazing find.

II.

It was the beginning of fall and I had my two friends, Amelia and Virginia, over in my family’s barn. All of our parents were pretty strict when it came to having guests over. It would be less irritating if we were all still kids, but we weren’t. I’m the oldest out of all of us and I’m twenty years old, Amelia is nineteen, and Virginia had just turned eighteen. Since we still lived in our families’ houses, we lived by their rules. That’s why we often found ourselves in the barns. We weren’t Amish or anything, but we still wore conservative dresses that covered us from neck to ankles. Let me tell you, those are awful in the summer.

We were all talking in the barn as we sat in the hay and giggled about the cute city boys 8 we met while we were in town throughout the week. Though, really, it was just me and Amelia talking to each other while Virginia sat there quietly, clutching onto her satchel. “I think his name was Jason! Isn’t that cute?” Amelia grinned and bounced in her seat. Okay, it wasn’t hard to get us going. Farm life could be just that boring and we lived nowhere near the other farms that had the handsome fieldhands.

I leaned in and took ahold of Amelia’s hands and squeezed them. “What’d he look like?” I asked eagerly. This was a time where I was definitely innocent and loved to gossip about silly things like boys.

Amelia sighed with a dreamy expression. She looked to Virginia and quirked a brow. “Hey! What’re ya doin’ mopin’ over there?” She reached past me which pressed her impressive breasts against mine with a squish. Oh, if only I knew then what I know now. I would have enjoyed it more. Amelia took Virginia by her wrist and tugged her towards us. “C’mon!”

Virginia gasped and fell forward. she still held onto that satchel as if it was made of glass! “I, uh…” She sat up and composed herself as she looked between us. “I found something.” Her voice was soft like she was whispering to a mouse even though no one else was around.

I looked at her funny and tilted my head. “Found somethin’?” Then my eyes went to her satchel and before she could react, I snatched it up. “This?” I dangled her satchel away from her with a playful grin.

But she didn’t find anything playful about it at all! “Wait! Give that back, Mary!” She pleaded and grabbed for it. She ended up in my lap as she pouted at me. Another missed opportunity due to my ignorance.

I finally handed the satchel back to her and pursed my lips. “What’s in it, then?”

Amelia scooched in closer and smiled with excited interested.

“It’s… a book.” Virginia murmured. She had shoulder length blonde hair that she always kept in a tight bun and with how mousy she was, you’d think she really was Amish. She was so quiet and nervous all the time. We always had to convince her to do something new because she was worried about getting in trouble or getting hurt.

Amelia gave her a flat expression. “A book?” She sighed in exasperation. “You’re the only one who likes readin’ that much, Virginia.” She picked up some hay and tossed it at the timid girl.

The sweet blonde pouted as she remained in my lap. I was only three years older than her but she really did act like a little sister. Though, after a moment, she took said book out of her satchel and held it up to me. It looked really old. The cover was made out of leather it looked like and the pages weren’t normal book paper we have nowadays. “B-be careful.” She cautioned me.

I opened the book up and the pages were filled with manual hand writing. The language was definitely English but it looked like a fairly old version of it. As I thumbed through these pages, I gasped and stuffed the book back into the satchel. “Virgnia! This book’s about witchcraft!” I took the satchel from her and sat it to the side after nudging her off of my lap.

Amelia took immediate interest and sntached up the pack then removed the book from its holdings. “Witchcraft?” She echoed and opened it up. Her eyes lit up as she read along the pages and she bit her bottom lip. “This is so cool, you guys! Like, this seems like the real deal!” She squealed. When she finally looked up, she seemed to note my look of terror and Virginia’s own subdued curiosity. “Oh, c’mon. What? Ya can’t tell me it’s not interesting? What if a real witch wrote this? It’s… it’s historical!” She insisted.

I shook my head and reached to grab for the book again. “It’s the Devil’s words, Amelia!” I missed as she pulled away from me and got to her feet.