new look and scream or even disown him. But his fear didn't come to life. His father was still seeing his

monster?' His thought can't make any sense to him. He quickly rushed to the mirror only to realize, he was lookin

son?" asked De

all, I'

return to your bed. You n

l again. Perhaps what he saw at first wasn't real but just an illusion. On second thought, he thought he was seeing things becaus

the necessary medication. I still have work to do." Detective White still hasn't forgotten his encounter last night at Route 9. He wants to find the young man dressed in a blown tun

mpletely healed and how it happened, he can't figure it out. Humans take time to heal especially one that has fatally been wounded. But this wasn't so with the

ling. He reluctantly walks back to his ward. As he was about to c

m, stood a lady with glossy skin, she was putting on a white flowing gown and her hair was g

u. Forgive my manners. My name is Bonnie.

ill can't recall if he has ever met her. Nothing is maki

ecause we have no

eans they have spoken on the phone or on social media. Either way, Lucas can't reme

ons to make; I hope you will g

t dep

chair next to Lucas' bed and made herself comfortable on the ch

on with this

receive

t let

rote

"Wait a minute!" Lucas blurted out as he adjusts on the bed. "Ar

dinary five written wor

no wings and she is in her twenties which might seem impossible. Lucas narrowed

el but a witch o

oted the Holy Scripture that says, 'Suffer not a witch to live.' If Bonnie is who she says she is, then Lucas has no o

continued. "That I'm a white clan witch does not impose a

he heard of witches engaging in a fierce fight in the quarters. This fight was described by the police department

enings around him. She is one of the good witches in New Orleans takin

no idea wha

Lucas replied turni

ve to listen to wh

over in my head telling me not to suffer a witch to live. If you do not liv