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 a...

“You’re so eager for me, Haven, with those sweet sounds just for me. But don’t worry, no one is going to hear you up here.”
I swallow hard and stare into his ocean-blue eyes, liking how that promise sounds.
If the opportunity to be given one million dollars in exchange for accompanying a prince to social events for one month arose, would you take it?
That was the proposition Haven Jones was given. She lives in the Bronx, working at Midnights Cocktails barely making minimum wage with a si...

“I really appreciate you coming tonight.” She said, nervously fidgeting with her keys.
“It was my pleasure.” I said, refusing to break eye contact with her.
I took a step closer to her. She blushed and her breathing became shallow.
“So, class tomorrow?” She asked, nervousness in her eyes.
“Mmhm.” I said, leaning into her.
She didn’t stop me. I kissed her. She pulled away for a moment. I could tell she was considering the pros and cons. She came right back and kissed me again...