The Witch Called Emily...
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They went down together. Her father was standing closed to the stairs. He seemed lost. Angelina knew there was a problem. When happiness kicked at door, the coven came from nowhere to take it away from her.
They were not what she thought would be. No fangs or long claws. The women were not ugly according to what people said.
Before her were four beautiful women. They looked normal to her. The tall one kept looking at her tummy.
Angelina wished she had a robe to cover her body before meeting them.
"Greetings" She bowed. They were impressed with the way, she presented her self.
"Morning Angelina, how is the baby ?" The tallest among them asked. She wore a long green gown. Her hair kept falling each time she spoke.
"We are fine" Angelina answered. Since when did they care about her?
What brought them here? The question roamed through her mind.
"We would like to speak to you. Do you want us to talk ?" Another woman asked.