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Witches Of Westham

Witches Of Westham

Welcome to Westham; An extraordinary world with extraordinary inhabitants A world where so many myths and legends exist...be it witches, wizards, sorcerers, giants, amazons, Elves and so much more. But our major concern here is her; Meet kirana Mckzene, princess and sole heir to the witches (and wizard) kingdom, one of the ten mighty kingdoms in Westham In a bid to protect the ancient seal from her evil dad "king Mckzene" who sought its power to take over their entire world Kirana accompanied by her psycho bestie Reenie is compelled to leave Westham in possession of the seal, and guess where she escaped to... Well...it's no other planet than our very own earth. How would she cope in this new world? With this new people and what becomes of the ancient seal? Well...find out for yourself Now let's forget about the pretty witch and talk about our Mr. Handsome... In Sidney town, somewhere in Canada...meet Bill Cliff Handsome, carefree and arrogant son of the mayor, he is quite a flirt...but don't blame that on him, cuz ninety percent of the girls in Sidney town drool over him They don't miss a chance to get intimate with him; however they become past tense after a night on his bed Sex and get paid off...no emotions attached. Well the arrival of this extraordinary princess brings about a cog change in the wheel of his life. He slowly and gradually falls in love with her But what happens to their spectacular love story when her ex boyfriend; A prince of the elf kingdom makes his way to earth What chances does this human have against the supernatural being? Who is going to win her heart and what becomes of Westham? Find out in this action thrilling romantic and supernatural fiction
Rebuilding A Life, Not A Home

Rebuilding A Life, Not A Home

For twenty years, Liam Davis was my world. From juice boxes in kindergarten to our first kiss under the bleachers, he was my constant. I put my architecture career on hold, working a quiet desk job so his tech startup could thrive, believing his dream was our dream. Then, one warm evening, as I sorted our old college textbooks, he walked in, a wide, charming smile on his face. "I need the spare set of apartment keys," he said casually. My heart sank when he clarified: "Not for us, Ava. For me. For Chloe. To decorate our wedding home." Chloe. The social media influencer whose perfect life filled the internet. My mind went blank. Wedding home? My fiancé? He was getting married next month. He scoffed at my devastation. "It was convenient. You were always there. It was easy. Like marrying your right hand. You don' t put a ring on it." His words, meant to shatter, ignited a cold fury. My sacrifices, my career, my love - reduced to a crude, dismissive metaphor. I handed him the keys to our apartment, and watched him change the door' s passcode to my birthday-only to instantly change it again. "Password successfully changed," a female voice announced from the smart lock, sounding the death knell of my life as I knew it. He walked out, leaving me alone in what was no longer our home. The tears came then, hot paths through the dust on my cheeks. At my parents' house, still reeling, the doorbell rang. It was Liam, snow melting in his hair. He sneered, "What the hell did you tell your parents? Did you send them to beg for a wedding? My mother's furious your low-class family tried to trap me." He called me pathetic, unclean. He gloated about changing the apartment code, implying I' d trash the place out of spite. Something snapped inside me. "Get out," I said, my voice rising to a raw scream. "GET OUT!" He snatched a cherished architectural sketch, my childhood dream of a treehouse. "It was our dream house, wasn' t it, Ava? But it was never exciting. Like left hand holding right hand. Familiar, but ultimately, you' re just holding yourself." He cooed into his phone, "Hey, baby... just wrapping up an old loose end. She's nothing. I love you too, Chloe." My mother raged, detailing all I' d given up, how I built his company. "A spoiled kid with a half-baked idea! This is how you repay her?" He countered, "If you' re going to come begging, at least bring a respectable dowry, not just the sob story of a plumber." He tore a hand-carved necklace, his ten-year anniversary gift, from my neck. "Chloe would like it." In that moment, the love I' d felt for twenty years curdled into pure void. I raised my right hand, the one he' d mocked, and slapped him across the face. "My right hand is my own, Liam," I said, my voice steady and cold. "And from now on, it will be busy building my own life. A life you are no longer a part of." I turned my back, walking towards the kitchen, leaving him stunned. There would be no regret.