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Hayle Coven Novels

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

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803 Chs

Chapter 265: Alison's Return

Sassafras sulked the whole way back to the house, refusing to talk to me about whatever it was that came to him. Which actually suited me at the time, considering the bomb Liam dropped on me.

Alison was home. What did that mean? Was she home for good? For a visit? I wanted to see her, but I didn't, too. I had a lot on my mind, on my plate, without Alison coming back into the picture. And depending on how she was, if she'd healed and was doing okay or not, I knew I didn't have time for her otherwise. I simply couldn't take on brittle, broken Alison again.

Couldn't.

I guess that made me a really bad friend, huh?

Sassafras disappeared down into the basement when we arrived home. I still had a little time, so I ran upstairs, passing Mom's closed door on the way to my bedroom. I'd left my phone home, not having much use for it since Alison left. But yes, there it was in black and white, a hand full of texts from the girl who had been my worst enemy and my best friend.