by CY Jones
Amethyst
Jewels Cafe
CY Jones
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Cover By: Josie Cluney
Edited By: Dani Black
Formatted By: Kassie Morse
Live, Love, & Hex
Contents
On the run
Hot Twins
Silver Springs
Hottie from my past
The Perfect Fit
Pumpkin Spice Latte
We need to talk
The Collector
Heavenly Light
Payback
Goodbye
Epilogue
Bonus Scene
Afterword
Pearl Sneak Peak
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Untitled
On the run
Amethyst
When the arrival of my bus is announced, I stand and take a hesitant step towards the loading dock. I can’t believe I’m about to board a bus and leave sunny NOLA to go back home to freeze your lady balls off in New York. Back to the small town of Silver Springs where I grew-up. A place I vowed to never return to again, but fate had other plans for me, and in my current situation, my choices are limited. As in, I have none and Silver Springs is my best bet for survival. Resigned to my fate, I gather the duffle bag filled with what’s left of my old life and walk with my shoulders back and head held high towards the loading dock. After handing my bag over to the driver to load, I take a seat in the back, scooting all the way to the window. I slide my leg across the empty seat, preventing anyone from sitting next to me. I don’t want to end up with some friendly vacationers trying to chat me up during the 13 hours it will take to get to New York, that’s including the four stops in between. Logically, I know from here to there someone will end up sitting by me, but for now, the bus still has plenty of empty seats for me to get away with my antisocial behavior. Just for good measure, I put on my perfected resting bitch face, scaring away anyone brave enough to consider sitting by me.
Once the driver steps back onto the bus and starts the engine, I sigh in both relief and dread. I’m relieved I got away, but I dread where I’m going. I know what you’re thinking. If I hate my hometown so much, then why am I going back? To answer that question, I need to start from the beginning. I’m a witch. Yes, you heard me right. I’m a real witch and not the kind that starts with a B. Witches really do exist, as well as other supernaturals, but we’re talking about me right now.
As the bus pulls away, I duck down when I notice the flaming red hair of my ex. It could be my imagination, but I swear as the bus drives by, his bright green eyes are staring lasers into the side of the bus where I am seated, but that’s impossible right? If anything, I know luck. Part of my witch powers is that Lady Luck is always on my side. What does that mean? It means I’m lucky as shit. It’s the only magic I got from my mother. My other magic is the reason why I don’t want to go back home. The coven I’m from is made up of good witches, or light witches as they’re now called. Think Glinda, the good witch of Emerald City. The problem is the majority of my magic comes from my father, who definitely was not a good witch, and hadn’t come from a light witch family. He’s powerful, with very strong hex and karma magic, and was the reason I was able to hex my ex. Hah, that rhymes. Sorry, I’m losing focus again. So what do you get when Glinda and a powerful karma mage bump uglies and make a baby? You get me, a powerful curse maker with a touch of Lady Luck, ‘ta da.’ Please hold your applause for the end.
That sounds awesome, doesn't it? Well, it’s really not. It sucks balls because my family hates me. When I was nothing but a little pineapple living in my mom’s tummy, her mother and the other witches in her coven banished my father, running him out of town, which is pretty hypocritical seeing how they’re supposed to be the good guys. As a result, my mother fell into a deep depression and had me prematurely. She was never able to break free from the depression, and mere hours after my birth she died of, what I think was, a broken heart. I was given to my aunt, my mom’s younger sister, and grandmother to raise.
While growing up, it didn’t take long for everyone to tell I was different. I was never the happy go lucky kid my coven wanted me to be. Spreading joy and laughter like a bunch of hippies was never my thing. I hated school and almost failed Draiochta Academy, one of the two schools most of the supes in New York go to instead of junior high and high school. It took a very perceptive mage to figure out I wasn’t a good witch at all. I can’t do all those goodie two shoe spells. I don’t hold the power or capability for it, but hexing and cursing people, well, that’s my jam. I can work the dark arts like a pro. If this was a Harry Potter movie, I would totally be placed in Slytherin by the Sorting Hat. I’m a beast, and as a result, one of the most powerful hexers in the world, much to my family’s horror.
To them, I’m like the stain on the carpet you try to cover up when company comes over, except they smothered me and hid me my whole life. If it weren’t for the mage at the academy, I would have never learned the extent of my powers and would have been no more powerful than a human. My family was more willing to let my magic die than admit I wasn’t like them. You tell me, who is the bad guy in this story? As soon as I turned 18 and graduated, I left town and never looked back. Now that I’m older and looking back now, 18 was way too young to venture out into the real world alone. I was young and naïve, and as soon as I arrived in New Orleans, I fell hard for the wrong supernatural.
Cliche, I know.
At first, Abraxious was sweet and thoughtful, and so fucking handsome. In fact, his beauty is what pulled me to him in the first place, like a pretty trap. The bright red hair he keeps styled to perfection is beautiful, his green eyes always remind me of precious emeralds, he has a bone structure plastic surgeons would pay millions to use to model after, and the plumpest pink lips. If he went drag, no one would be able to tell the difference, that’s how pretty he is. As soon as he locked eyes on me outside the cafe eating baguettes and drinking espresso, I was a goner. I didn’t see what a guy like him saw in a girl like me, a small town witch with light blonde hair and violet eyes. Said eyes are the reason why my name is Amethyst.
I can’t say our whole relationship was shallow. At first, Abraxious seemed really interested in me, especially my magic. For once, I didn’t have to hide who I was and what I could do. I wish I knew then what I know now. That the douchecanoe was using me for my powers. First, it started out with me doing small favors for him here and there. Then a pattern started to form, and he was coming to me more and more for much larger favors, until he built a whole business around my abilities. I spent three long years under his control before enough was enough and I put my foot down. Not to mention, the asshat was cheating on me with the other supernaturals he had in his employ as he worked us like a modern day pimp in the hex business.
When I found out about his latest conquest, Vicki who was a minor demon, I confronted him at his apartment and told him we were done and I quit. Abraxious' business has grown substantially and he has many supernaturals under his employ, but none are as powerful as I am. I�
�m his bread and butter, something he knows well, which is why he keeps such a close eye on me. Needless to say, me saying I’m leaving pissed him off and the jerk slapped me across the face. Like, how much of a bitch are you to slap a woman? Hexing him may have been an overreaction, but he totally deserved it. As soon as he hit me, my karma senses started tingling and the spell just burst out of me.
That’s another thing about powers. What most people don’t know is there’s a huge difference between hexes and curses. Hexes are like karma. If you wrong someone, you have something coming your way three times as bad. Curses can be put on anyone, whether they deserve it not. Since I have karma magic in me, as soon as my ex wronged me by cheating on me and then hitting me, my control slipped, and well, I handed out retribution three times as bad as his offense. Those are the rules, light or dark witches’ magic always work in threes. It’s the only thing we have in common, but I’m rambling again and getting off track. The rules of magic are not important right now.
I knew something happened, but I didn’t know what until I was already in my car, driving away after kneeing the douche in his balls as hard as I was capable so I could get away. I was just pulling up to my apartment when he texted me a picture of his purple dick with the words ‘you’re dead’. How did he know it was me? Well, despite the obvious purple dick, my signature color is purple, so all my spells leaves behind a purple residue. Consider it a witch's fingerprint. We all have one, but each is unique and can’t be duplicated. As well as my name and eyes, I was also born with a purple strip of hair like Rogue from X-Men. When I was a baby, it was barely noticeable, but now it’s clear as day. No matter how many times I try to dye it, the color won’t stick. It’s not like I hate it, it’s just a big neon sign outing me. So, that’s my shitty story in a nutshell. Why I’m going back to shitville, I mean Silver Springs. Who knows, maybe after three years my family may have changed. It’s wishful thinking I know, but denial is the only thing keeping me on this bus right now, well that and the angry Autumn Fae I just hauled ass from.
Hot Twins
Amethyst
So far the ride has been uneventful. Besides almost being seen by my ex and his Barney colored dick, I haven’t had any other close calls. Exhausted, I slept through two of the four stops. Almost half the journey is now done. When the driver stops for another break in North Carolina, I practically jump out my seat, relieved to stretch my legs and smell something other than stale bus air. “Make sure you’re back in your seats in a half an hour or you will get left behind,” the bus driver warns over the loudspeakers as we all shuffle off the bus.
North Carolina is a beautiful state. Just like in New Orleans, it’s actually still warm even though it’s fall. I know for a fact as soon as we hit New York, the chill will already be in the air. When I come back from the ladies room, I buy a snack from the friendly hotdog vender and lay out in the lush grass as the early morning sunlight shines on my body. I’m tempted to stay out here, but I trudge my tired body back on the bus and reclaim my seat, but this time instead of having a whole seat to myself, a sexy specimen of a male walks down the narrow aisle and sits right next to me.
“You don’t mind if I sit here?” He asks me as I continue to stare at him, dumbfounded. Holy jewels is he hot. Like, I thought Abraxious was good looking, but this man sitting right next to me could put his looks to shame any day of the week.
“Did you break your benchmate?” A man with the exact same face as the handsome stranger beside me teases.
This is just too unreal, and I feel like I entered the twilight zone. Take tall, dark, and handsome, and times it by two. Both are broad shouldered with a muscled body that looks like they bench press cars under their tight T-shirts. Their pale skin is flawless, without a blemish in sight. Their dark wavy hair is styled in that messy ‘just ran your hands through’ look that looks so hot on guys, a chiseled bone structure that would make angels weep, paired with plump bow kissable lips, but besides all that, what really stands out is their eyes. They both had what I think is called heterochromia eyes. The one sitting next to me has one ocean blue eye on his right and on the left a slate grey so light it could be silver. On his twin, the colors are reversed with the blue eye on the left and the grey on the right. They are gorgeous and both sets are currently twinkling in amusement at my still shocked state.
“I’m sorry,” I say, finally shaking myself out my stupor.
“Is it ok if I sit here?” He repeats. “The rest of the seats are filling up and there isn’t another one with two seats close together so I can sit by my brother.”
“Of course. In fact, your brother and I can trade places if you like, to sit right next to him,” I offer.
“That’s ok, sugar. Both of us in the same seat may be a little tight," Adonis 2 says from his seat in front of us. I can’t argue with his logic. They are both big boys.
“Ok, if you’re sure,” I manage to get out.
“So what’s your name, beautiful?” Adonis 1, the twin sitting next to me, asks.
“Why?” I question as I clear my head. If I learned anything from Abraxious, it’s that a pretty face helps camouflage the nastiness within, and I shouldn’t lower my guard.
“It’s just a simple question, sugar. It’s not like we asked for your life story. We have what, seven hours on this bus before we go our separate ways?”
“Fine,” I relent. He does have a point, and it would be nice to call them by their names instead of the ones I made up for them in my head, but they’re still strangers and I will not be giving them my real name. Stranger danger and all that. “I’m Lola,” I answer with a fake smile to go along with my fake name. Adonis 1 frowns, but he quickly covers it up and holds out his hand for me to shake.
“Nice to meet you Lola, I’m Caleb and this is my twin Nolan,” he says, tilting his head towards his brother.
“Nice to meet you two. Since you said you’ll be on the bus the next seven hours, I take it you’re going to New York as well? Is it business or pleasure you two are on?” I know it’s not fair for me to be nosy and ask them questions when I didn’t even want to give them my name, but these two intrigue me like no other. I feel drawn to them, which is weird since I’ve never seen them before in my life. You don’t forget faces like theirs.
“A little of both,” Nolan answers with a flirty smile.
“And you, lovely? What brings you to the Big Apple?” Caleb inquires.
“I’m heading back home. I’ve been in Alabama the past couple of months, caring for my sick aunt.” I'm in survival mode, and the lie comes smoothly off my lips.
“That’s real sweet of you, sugar. Glad to know you’re as sweet as you look.” Nolan’s voice has gone beyond flirty as his eyes roam my body, making my cheeks heat as I blush.
Clearing my throat, I look away from Nolan’s flirty eyes, and I try to concentrate on the scenery outside the window. Too bad it’s not as nice as the hot twins sitting by me. Seeing that I’ve given up on small talk, Nolan turns back around in his seat, and seconds later I pick up the sounds of Candy Crush. Good choice. That game can keep you occupied for hours. It’s freaking addicting, I know from experience.
“So where in New York are you from?” Caleb asks.
“Who said I was?” I counter.
“Well I assumed, since you said you’re going back home to New York,” Caleb clarifies.
“It doesn’t mean I’m from there. It’s just a place I’ve currently decided to live. Besides, you know the saying about assuming,” I sass.
“I take it back. You have some claws to go with that pretty face of yours. It’s very hot.”
“What about you? You never said why you’re going to New York,” I ask, changing the subject.
I don’t want to admit I like that he finds me hot. Fuck, I just broke up with my boyfriend in the most epic way for hex sake. I can’t be lusting after another not even a day later. What does that say about me or my character? Plus, I don’t know these two from Adam. I’m not a shif
ter, I can’t just sniff them and tell if they’re supes or not. I didn’t even know Abraxious was Fae until he told me a week after we met, but if I have learned anything, it is that if they’re hot as fuck, there’s a good chance they’re supes. Vampires, for example, are snobs and only turn people who are just as attractive as them. Incubus are also very attractive, and this crazy pull I have to these two makes me think that’s what they could be. My libido is definitely fueled up and ready to go. My vajayjay hasn’t seen any action in months after learning about Abraxious’ wandering dick.
“We did answer. We’re going to New York for both work and pleasure, and if you keep eye fucking me, beautiful, we’ll have to start the pleasure right here, right now,” he drawls with that sexy voice of his.
“Cocky much,” I reply back
“It is a big cock. Would you like to see it?” He taunts mischievously, and I gulp knowing I’m way out of my league here.
“No thank you. You’re not my type.”
“You’re lying. I can smell your arousal, and I’m sure my brother can too while he pretends to concentrate on the game on his phone. I bet you got him just as hard as you have me.”
So they are supes. Well, that answers that. Vampire or shifter judging by his words. My gut is saying it’s the former. Vampires have the same allure as demons and incubus. Their beauty is what lures you in like a venus fly trap.
“I think your nose is broken,” I deny.
“Keep telling yourself that beautiful, but if you change your mind,” he says, boldly grabbing my hand and placing it on his crotch where I can feel what is a very hard, very big cock hidden under dark washed denim jeans.