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She Wants to be a Little Wicked Wit’ch oo …
Amateur witch uses an occult item and boosts her sexy magic
Susannah worried about the authenticity to the spell, so many of her ingredients were only approximations of those listed in the ancient grimoire she’d bought at auction.
An ivy-covered manor that stood alone on the hillside, as far from the church as the village could accommodate, had fascinated her for two decades. At school the other children had whispered rumours and half truths about its supposedly wicked residents. As a young adult, she’d often stared at its silhouette, dark and menacing against the skyline.
She vividly remembered the storm which had damaged its western tower.
That night she’d witnessed jagged bolts of lightning hitting the roof and shattering tiles, causing cracks in the mortice. When she saw there would be an auction of the house’s contents before developers moved in, Susannah was determined to own a piece of its history. She’d put in a sealed bid for a lot of twenty leather-bound tomes from the manor’s extensive library, and had been elated to find the grimoire hidden within a false book cover.
