Spellbook
Story by cuteycindyhoney
Here it is. Another attempt by me to write an erotic horror story. "Spellbook" contains scenes of magic, blood, and gore. Read on at your own risk!
Spellbook
Part one
By Honey Moon
Colleen seethed in anger as she strode down the street. How
dare Richard say he wanted to see other people! Couldnât he
understand she needed time to think about giving her virginity to
him? She had seen the outline of his thing through his pants. The
size had actually frightened her! How dare he turn to that big titty
brain dead bimbo Misty just because she was so fucking easy?
Was Misty really her name? Did her parents want her to grow up
to be an empty headed whore? The eighteen year old paused and
glared at a sign. âGreat, now the fucking bookstore is going out of
business! What else could go wrong today?
The angry young woman looked through the window and
caught her breath. It was a shame her favorite store was closing,
but she saw a sight that made her day seem just a little bit better.
âFifty percent off? Everything must go?â Colleen could not resist
such a bibliophileâs dream. She entered the store.
âWhy, If it isnât young Miss Hannity.â Colleen jumped as a
boney hand landed on her shoulder. âI knew you were coming to
visit me today.â
âGood day, Madame Bertrand.â Colleen tried to calm her
racing heart as she turned to face the old woman. âIâm sorry to see
youâre closing up shop. Iâll miss coming here.â
âDo not feel sorry, for me.â The womanâs steel grey eyes
flashed. âIt is only time for me to once again move on. Before I
leave this town, I would like to show you something.â
The young woman followed the shopkeeper into the tiny
apartment behind the many bookcases. Being in the main living
area was like stepping back though time. Madame Bertrand owned
no television, radio, computer, or even telephone. Colleen
suspected that if she searched the whole place, sheâd find nothing
more technologically advanced then the light bulbs in the curiously
old fashioned ceiling lamp above her head. Even with the light,
Colleen sensed that the woman would rather use candles or a
hurricane lamp!
The teen jumped again when the woman suddenly thrust a
book at her. âThis is for you, my little one.â
The little redhead was about to protest. Just because she was
slightly less than five foot tall there was no need to call her little
one! The four foot five inch woman stood as straight as she could,
but the anger melted away. âThis book is OLD!â she gasped as she
gazed at the heavy leather bound tome. âThanks for the offer, but
thereâs no way I can afford such a well preserved edition.â
The wizened old shopkeeper cackled. âNo, you
misunderstood.â She once again thrust the volume towards the
younger womanâs hands. âThis is a gift! Iâll not be accepting any
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