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  A Witch’s Proposition

  A Bewitching Tale

  S. RAVEN STORM

  Copyright © 2018 S. Raven Storm

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  DEDICATION

  This is dedicated to all the readers who have supported me over the years. It’s hard to believe this is my eighth novel. Special thanks to the Rav Stormers who are always there for me. Special shout out to Connie Ortiz, Linda Rimer-Como and Rachelle Brown. You are the wind beneath my wings. I will also like to thank the bloggers and reviews, too many to name who without you I’d be stuck in the abyss.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter one

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  About the Author

  Author’s Note

  Follow Raven

  Book List

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  This is for all the paranormal romance authors who write outside the box. We are a strange and different breed and I for one am glad to be a part of such a wonderful group. Special thanks to Desiree A Cox and Zena Oliver for their friendship and expertise. I love bouncing ideas off her and next lunch, fries are on me. Thanks to McKayla Schutt, your help has been worth more than gold. Izzy Szyn my freaky friend who also tell me my sex scenes aren’t erotic enough. To Ariel Marie who inspire me to keep writing.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Silver, sat in the small booth, as her hand gained heat from her second cup of coffee. Her chestnut brown eyes surveyed the busy street, in search of her sister, Alivia. She pushed her long black hair off her shoulders, reminding herself she needed a trim. Silver looked down at her watch, Alivia was fifteen minutes late. She didn’t know why she was always on time or before time, when she knew Alivia was always late.

  She wished she’d stayed home watching television and folding the clothes lying in her clothes basket instead of sitting in a restaurant looking like a jilted fool, waiting for Alivia.

  Silver loved her sister, but Alivia had no sense of time or concerns about the feelings of others. Silver and Alivia were different as night and day. Silver, a year older was always grounded with an organized quiet lifestyle.

  Alivia on the other hand, loved her wild devil may care lifestyle. She treated each day as if it were one big happy party. She’d been that way all her life. In some ways Silver wished she could be carefree like her sister. But she’s dealt with enough heartache to taint any hopes for happiness. Between her father’s mysterious disappearance, her mother’s death and the countless men who could never matched up to her vision of a real man, be it human or warlock, love and fun was just a fleeting wishful thought.

  The waitress approached the table and with a look of amazement whispered, “How?”

  Silver looked down and noticed she’ was absentmindedly stirring her coffee, at least she was, magically. Silver waved her hand, over the cup immediately stopping the spoon from spinning. She then waved her hand towards the young woman.

  After a few blinks of her blue eyes the woman asked, “Can I get you more coffee or would you like to order something else?”

  “I’m waiting for my sister. I’ll order later, thank you.” Silver replied sweetly. Once again, she glanced at her watch and wondered where Alivia could be.

  It was at that moment Alivia walked through the door. Her long jet- black hair was in a tangled mess, her smooth cafe Au lait skin and eyes were shining as she spotted Silver. Even in a state of disarray her beauty was undeniable, some men let their eyes follow her to the table. She ignored them all as she flopped down with the grace of a five-year old, causing Silver to roll her eyes upward.

  “I know, I know I’m late, so please no lectures. I got so wrapped up in this new project.” She announced as she placed an old leather worn book on the table.

  Before Silver could ask about the book, Alivia stood up and yelled across the room. “Two coffees, scrambled eggs, bacon and toast please,” then sat back down ignoring all the patrons’ stares. It was true she was delayed by the mystery in grandpa Major’s book, but it was Tony, the warlock from the Bloodstone coven that made her late. She was hoping Tony had some answers to her questions, but instead all he had to offer was a light touch of the tongue. Alivia smiled to herself having Tony lick her clit was most enjoyable and one she planned on replaying soon.

  But his useless information led her back to square one. Alivia knew Silver would be pissed about her being late, but Silver was always pissed about something. Alivia wanted to tell her a tightly rolled joint, a stiff shot of liquor and an even stiffer dick would save the day for her. Silver took life too seriously, especially since her last break up. Alivia wished she’d stop looking for Mr. Perfect and just enjoy the ride.

  Alivia took a deep breath. “This is grandpa Major’s journal, it was in the box Aunt Grace had in the attic,” Alivia announced as she looked for the waitress, then sticking her tongue out suggestively to one of the men staring at her.

  Silver tapped the table to gain Alivia’s attention. “Why do you have it? I mean what’s so important about an old journal?” Silver asked as she waited for the waitress to bring Alivia’s coffee, hoping the food would follow soon. The smell of bacon frying along with the smell of cooked onions made her stomach rumble, she was hungry.

  “Remember the stories Grandpa Major would tell us about the silver goblet? It’s in here… All the information, everything about it.” Alivia said, excitedly.

  “Liv, his stories were foolish tales that elders sometimes told their grandchildren.” Silver shook her head, pushing the book out of the way, before thanking the young wide-eyed waitress. “Besides, why are you so engrossed in this?”

  “Are you kidding me, do you know the power the magical cup possesses? It has the power to double, no triple any witch’s powers. That alone is reason to be engrossed.” Alivia rolled her eyes as a way of letting Silver know how ignorant she thought the question was.

  “Okay, say the tales are true, why haven’t we heard of this goblet before now, other than from the old man? Surely others would know about it or at least talk about this magical cup in conversation if it’s that powerful.” Silver shook her head, “I don’t remember grandpa’s powers being that special. Why didn’t it work for him?” She stopped talking once the waitress approached the table with what was now considered brunch due to the time.

  “I don’t know Sil, that’s why I sent our names into the local covens’, the ones mommy used to belong to, you know Bloodstone and Blackwing.”

  “You did what!” Silver shouted, causing others to turn in their direction. “Liv, you had no right. You shouldn’t have done that. I’m not interested in joining a coven and especially not any of the coven’s mom belonged to and left by the way, for some unknown reason.”

  “Exactly, we don’t know why she left. It could have been something simple and minute.”

  When the food arrived Alivia, picked up a strip of bacon and pointed it at Silver.

  “Silver Elizabeth Webber, you need to get in touch with your calling and your heritage. You are the most powerful witch I know, act like it.”

  She then took a bite of her bacon. “This can be the adventure of a lifetime… What else do you have planned in your mundane life?”

  Silver simply covered her eyes and shook her head. Suddenly she’d lost her appetite.

  Silver was happy to speak of other things, leaving t
he journal and magic goblet talk for later. There was something about that journal that gave Silver an eerie feeling. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.

  Alivia wanted Silver to come home with her. But, the thoughts of spending the day talking about utter nonsense and being away from home didn’t appeal to her. There was a time when she and Alivia spoke of moving in together, but Alivia was lower west side of Manhattan and Silver the upper east side, and honestly within a month they would’ve killed one another.

  However, with the cost of living increasing, Silver wished they would revisit the conversation and come to terms with some things. Working on Wall Street was profitable to a degree, yet she was still struggling to make ends meet. Even with the nest egg her mom left them money was an issue. Silver wrinkled her nose knowing if she used the money in the bank life would be easier.

  “Okay, if you won’t come home with me, I’ll put my nose up in the air and come home with you.” Alivia said, while holding her head up haughtily.

  “Great, hope you’re in the mood to fold clothes.”

  “Ooh, I thought you’d be part of the dry-cleaning set.” She laughed, snapping her fingers making the journal on the table disappear.

  Seconds after they entered the Uber, Alivia’s phone rang. “Hay-lo” she sang into the phone. “What? Wait! I have Silver with me, let me put you on speaker phone.”

  “Yes, yes, hi Silver. Girls I found a dead bird staked to my door with a note saying, ‘we want the magic goblet’.” With her voice raised she shouted, “I have no idea what this means. What goblet? I have no idea what the hell is going on!”

  “Oh my God!” Alivia knew that a dead bird meant death or the clipping of a witch’s powers.

  “Liv who all did you tell about the goblet?” Silver cried, worried about Aunt Grace now being involved and threatened.

  “No one! I swear… The only thing I did was Google a few things about a magical goblet and speak to the local covens.”

  “The Watch!” Aunt Grace cried. “By the powers that be, you’ve alerted The Watch, Alivia.”

  “The Watch?” they both shouted, looking at one another.

  “Yes, a powerful organization that keeps an eye on all supernatural activities concerning the world of magic to make sure all is done according to magic laws. They are the police, the law, the judgment.” Aunt Grace sighed, as she cradled Charmed, her cat.

  “I wish my sister hadn’t kept you two so guarded and removed. I need the two of you here, now. We need to figure out what the hell kind of damage has been done!” She broadcast loudly.

  “I didn’t do anything, Auntie,” Silver proclaimed. She knew there was going to be trouble the moment she saw that book.

  Silver tapped the glass partition and told the driver to take them to Brooklyn.

  “Silver, she said now!” Alivia tapped the window, instructing the driver to pull over. Once the vehicle stopped Silver paid the man, got out and with long strides she walked into the narrow alley. Alivia was on her heels as they both looked around to make sure the coast was clear. With a wave of an arm and a snap of a finger they disappeared.

  Standing in Aunt Grace’s living room, both women felt as if they’d been sent to the principal’s office as they both stood standing with hands clasped in front of them. Aunt Grace faced the two with her hands resting comfortably on her wide shapely hips, as her large double D cup breasts heaved up and down, in a cartoonish way. She had aged gracefully over the years although her jet-black hair now supported more gray than black. The graceful woman’s salt and pepper hair hung well below her waist, which still showed dimension.

  “I can’t tell you how serious this matter is. We are all in danger.” Aunt Grace said as she poured red wine into the three glasses that sat on the table.

  “How did this come to be?” she asked.

  Silver turned her head to Alivia while she pouted her lips, hinting Alivia was responsible for the situation.

  “The box in the attic, it contained Grandpa Major’s journal. The journal talks about the power of the magic goblet,” she whispered as she removed the journal from her pocketbook. Alivia carefully placed the leather-bound book in the center of the table.

  Aunt Grace snatched the book up with less fanfare than Alivia in sitting it down. Aunt Grace began to flip through the pages, she stopped occasionally to read something in detail then continued to turn the pages. With her brows knitted together, she looked up at Alivia and shook her head in disbelief.

  “Did you ever think this was just wishful thinking on Da’s part? If he found the goblet, why didn’t we know anything about it?”

  “That’s exactly what I said.” Silver announced boastfully.

  “I wasn’t thinking about the aftermath, I was looking at the what if.”

  “Well my niece it’s a sure bet The Watch is looking at the aftermath. If there is any truth to this magical goblet bullshit, we better find it and fast.”

  “Since the book tells of the goblet and his trials at finding it, why not start from the end and find out what he actually ascertained.” Silver suggested, taking a large gulp of wine.

  Silver enjoyed the warmth of the alcohol that surged through her veins then radiated through her body.

  “I hate to ask you girls this and believe me it’s not because I’m afraid or anything, but I’d really would feel better if you stayed the night. I waited for you to come before casting a spell to protect the house. Still, well…” Aunt Grace said quietly. “I’d feel better if you were here.”

  “Sure, I mean we would never leave you after what just happened. Right Alivia?” Silver asked.

  “Sure.” Alivia replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

  “Okay, so how about pizza and a movie.” Aunt Grace announce as she grabbed the telephone directory that sat under the table. Silver and Alivia looked at each other and broke out in laughter.

  “Really Aunt Grace, a phone book? How retro.” Alivia laughed.

  “I have a smartphone, but I like turning pages and looking at ads. Did you know they also have coupons in the back?”

  They all laughed, it was the first time that day that either had laughed. Time seemed to fly yet reading the journal backwards as Silver suggested gave them nothing. However, they found strength together, until the doorbell rang, and their eyes widened in shock as their bodies froze, until Silver remembered the pizza they had ordered. Once again laughter rang out as Alivia went to open the door.

  The young delivery boy politely handed Alivia the two large boxes and waited for her to sign the receipt. The young man began to blush as Alivia flirted with him blatantly, which caused him to stammer over his words nervously.

  “Pizza please, before it becomes a frozen T.V. dinner.” Aunt Grace shouted from the living room.

  When Alivia return with the pizza, she placed the boxes on the table they’d cleaned off, she smiled when Aunt Grace placed the white and blue Corning Ware plates down. She remembered fondly the many dinners growing up eaten on the classic plates.

  “I didn’t think that young boy would interest you.” Aunt Grace announced.

  “He’s young and teachable. Plus, he was cute.” Alivia laughed wetting her lips seductively.

  “That’s awful. He’s a child.” Silver whispered, more to herself than to Alivia.

  “Really, I was having a little fun Sil, when was the last time you had a little fun, or a man?”

  “I have fun Liv, just not your type of fun. You know not every woman needs a man to complete them.”

  “Okay, girls enough! We are supposed to have a nice peaceful night of pizza and a movie.” Aunt Grace intervened.

  “I have another idea. Why not eat pizza, watch a thirty-minute show, then we can talk to grandpa about the cup.” Alivia said, as she piled her plate full of one slice of pepperoni and two slices of sausage and mushrooms pizza and cheese pizza.

  “What are you crazy?” Silver shook her head wildly, reminding her again that she needed a trim. “You want to have a
seance?”

  “You have a better idea. We can read this book backward and forward and scratch our heads trying to decipher Grandpa’s riddles and clues or just freaking ask him.” Alivia responded as if the idea was no big deal.

  “I don’t know, when you mess with the other side there can be serious consequences. It’s sort of like letting the genie out of the bottle, it can be hell getting him back in.” Aunt Grace said quietly as she nibbled on the crust of her pizza, then feed Charmed a slice of pepperoni.

  “Well, does anyone have a better solution?” Alivia asked.

  “We can tell The Watch that we don’t have the goblet and give them the book and let them figure it out.” Silver said, not wanting to continue down what she felt would be a road they might not return from.

  “Let’s eat then we can decide. Right now, I’m not too keen on either idea. However, I have nothing to contribute.” Aunt Grace said.

  They ate in silence, the only sound consisted of the comedy sitcom on the television. It was no surprise that everyone remained deep in their own thoughts. They had no clear solution to the problem. There was no denying, their lives were in danger and the goblet was the key.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Maverick listened carefully to the excuses Dom continued to make. A dark curl fell across his forehead, his eyes closed as his hands gripped the arm of his throne. Slowly he raised his head, his dark brown eyes appeared black as coal, with a twisted sneer he hissed, “I don’t give a shit about how they got into my city. I want to know who the fuck is in my city, Dom!”

  “All I know is that Rosemond and Granger have nothing to do with this. They are as shocked by this revelation as we are.” Dom said quietly, doing his best not to piss Maverick off any more than he has.

  Maverick knew damn well Rosemond the warlock leader of the Bronx and Staten Island would never cross him. He was new and had his hands full getting his people in line. Granger was one of his closest friends and mentor. Granger ran all of Brooklyn and Queens. He trusted Granger with his life. No, there was a new player in town and for some reason, he was gunning for the Manhattan territory. Maverick’s territory. The Watch was a large group and the leaders worked together and nothing and no one crossed them. Until now!