Cara The Strongest Witch

Today, unlike Cara's usual routine, she woke up not by the sound of her alarm clock but by the sunlight that shone directly on her face. 

Today is her twenty-first birthday and like before, she would wake up with a terrible headache. Although unlike the years before it was because of drinking too much on the eve of her birthday; this time it is different. Totally different.

Cara's head was throbbing in pain. She opened her eyes and instinctively her hand searched for her thick glasses. To her dismay, it is broken and beyond repair.

"The heck, I can't afford to get a fresh pair of glasses." She blurted out as she messed her hair in frustration. Luckily, the incident last night was just a bad dream… or is it?

She rubbed her eyes with her hands; she suddenly realized her vision turned high definition even without her thick glasses on. She looked around and saw the time on a wall clock it stunned her not only that her shift is almost over but the clock was a few meters away from her. Her vision actually zoomed in!

"Oh my gosh, what is happening to me?" She murmured, still in disbelief. The staff room was in shambles. The incident last night knocked heavy metal lockers over and the full-length mirror is shattered beyond repair.

"How on Earth will I fix everything in time?" There is a tone of panic in her voice. She touched the lockers, giving it her all to push it back to place, but surprisingly; it was too light, as if they made it of lightweight materials.

"What the fudge! Is it really too light or am I just too strong?" She is starting to question her abilities, and she is sure that super strength definitely is not one of them.

"Sinli sibil, Sinli sibil, Sinli sibil." She heard this chanting in her mind repeatedly, as if wanting her to say it out loud.

"What the hell is Sinli sibil?" She finally said it loud and clear. A beam of purple, glittery light flashed across the entire changing room. And Voila, everything was clean and in order, as if nothing happened.

Cara quickly picked up her things and felt like her sanity is slowly leaving her. She ran as fast as she could; she needs to get out of this place as swift as the changing room got cleaned. She lowered the cap she was wearing and ran so fast she felt like she was almost floating.

"Blag,"

Cara fell off balanced. Slightly feeling dizzy, she realized she bumped into someone; it is a man. And everyone around her looked mortified; she stood up to check on the man.

"Is he dead? Why are these people over reacting?" She spoke to herself as she went over to see the fragile man.

"Ahhh!" He screamed like he is in so much pain. Cara got scared that she started moving away. And as she said that... The man screamed louder.

Cara heard a sizzling sound, just like putting fresh meat on a searing hot pan. And the scent was unpleasant, like veal being torched. She looked around; and it seems like she is the only one bothered by it.

She chose to ignore it and stepped backwards little by little, as if no one would notice her leaving the scene.

"Don't let that woman get away!" He shouted, giving instructions to his guards while pointing at Cara.

Cara instantly realized the man she bumped with is none other than Ashton Crafter; the billionaire who is allergic to women. She walked back, not wanting to be dragged by his guards.

"Oh God, am I killing him right now?" Cara can't help but feel sorry at the sight of Ashton in excruciating pain.

"Help me to my office and bring that woman too!" Ashton said while obviously still in pain. His staff helped him and brought Cara with them.

Cara was dazed and confused, as the song would say, but it is literally what she is feeling right now. One moment she thought she had superpowers, and the next she almost killed her weird boss.

Ashton signaled for his men to leave the two of them. Cara did not know what to expect, but she sure has a lot of explaining to do, especially now that Ashton is looking at her name tag.

"So I suppose you are not Theo." He said in a low voice.

"I'm Cara. I'm really sorry, boss; I did not mean to bump into you. Is your allergy really that bad?" Cara asked Ashton with a tone of innocence.

"Yes, it is bad." He started unbuttoning his shirt. His rock hard abs and broad chest were a sight to behold.

"Boss, works out for sure." Cara's silly mind was again blabbing unimportant things at this critical time.