Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

her tongue along the tip, and the tingling sensation through my body as she ran the fingers of her other hand up along my abs.

“I missed you,” she said. “Even if I didn’t really know you—or the real me didn’t—I missed you.”

I laughed, pulled her up and gently kissed her. “It’s good to have the real you here, with me.”

“And not because I just swallowed your cum?”

“No, although that’s a nice bit of icing on the cake.”

She laughed, kissed me again, and then led me back to the bed. We paused there, looking at Ebrill’s nude, stone form. I nodded to the next room over, and then noticed Shisa eyeing us.

“You got this?” I asked.

Shisa nodded and turned back to the window.

This time, I led Steph. Soon, we were in bed in the guest room, her curled up in my arms, both of us drifting off to sleep. We had adventures ahead of us, more power than I could’ve ever imagined, and my cock was throbbing with blissful memories of what we had just done.

I was in heaven.

THE END

BOOK 5: Of Witches and Gargoyles

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You start to miss the simple things when life turns upside down and you find yourself with a harem of gargoyles and a witch. Okay, maybe you don’t miss those things so much, but you realize that ideal of who you thought you were had vanished.

That was my situation as Steph and I stared through the window of the used textbook store, our hands wrapped in each other’s with fingers intertwined.

“My nose would’ve been buried in those books like twenty hours a day,” I said, shaking my head at the idea. One was an economics book about the world being flat, another something to do with world powers. My aunt had advised me to keep up the charade, to go to school and make something of myself, but that didn’t seem realistic until we could be sure we had made the world safe. Oh, and since she wasn’t really my aunt, I didn’t have to listen to her.

“Hmm, would you rather have that, or…?” She glanced down, and I caught on.

“My nose buried in your pubes any day.”

She hit me with a laugh, glancing at an older woman in a pants suit who passed by. “Don’t be gross.”

“Right.” I ran a hand through my hair then pulled her close, taking a bit of her white hair in my hand, feeling how silky smooth it was between my fingers. We had come out for groceries, now that we didn’t have Fatiha to take care of the house. Since Steph’s recent witch attire would make her stand out a bit, especially in D.C., she had magicked it back to a cute, light blue sweater and black mini-skirt. I loved it, and was almost overwhelmed, considering the fact that I had recently gone from thinking I had to leave her across the country while moving here to go to school, to seeing her as a murderous witch, to breaking her curse and having her back in my life alongside a new gargoyle lover. It had been a lot to process, and even more so now that I had a moment to breathe.

“You’re making me blush,” she said. It must have been the way I was looking at her.

“That so?” I grinned, adjusting the strap of the Trader Joe’s bag on my shoulder, which was getting slightly heavy. I lifted her hand and kissed it, then noticed the streaks of red and orange in the sky, via the reflection in the window. “Shit, we gotta get back.”

She nodded and we turned, hailing a taxi. It was easier getting around that way since we could sneak away from my aunt’s mansion and find a car, instead of driving ourselves and being a large target.

We drove past a cell store and I glanced back at it, longingly, my hand fidgeting with the Liahona in my jacket pocket. All the magic in the world, and I didn’t have a cell.

“There are other ways to communicate,” Steph whispered as she leaned against me, earning a glance back from the driver. We ignored him.

“I know,” I replied, assuming she meant magic. “But there’s more to it. Checking in on my parents, my boys back home.”

“Oh.” She stiffened slightly, then laughed. “I totally forgot about all of them.”

“Even…” I ran my hand over hers, very aware of it on my leg. “I mean, even Krista?”

Steph let out a long sigh. “Planted.”

“No shit?”

“Not one of them, though. Just, someone who was ‘adjusted’ slightly, to admit me into her circle so I’d seem normal.”

“Fuck.”

“You think even if we got new phones they’d be able to trace ‘em?” Steph asked.

I considered this. “More likely than not. We could figure it out. When we have a down moment, maybe give it a try?”

She nodded.

Another glance back from the driver, and I remembered to watch what we discussed in the car.

Steph, seeing this, squeezed my leg and said, “We don’t need them. We have each other now, and Ebrill. The others.”

“And my parents are out touring America,” I added, wondering when I would hear from them next. Email would be their most likely way of checking in, as they had never exactly been the type to hop on the phone for a conversation.

Given my current situation, I was perfectly fine with that.

“There you go.” She leaned back, watching D.C. fly by.

I was glad for the air conditioning in this cab. Even in the evening, the humidity sucked royally. We paused at a red light and a guy walked past, the back of his shirt completely drenched in sweat.

Stifling a laugh as a car rolled by and someone shouted, “Sweaty back” at him, I couldn’t help noting how his short brown hair and long beard reminded me of my buddy Andy from back home. Not that we’d been in touch much even before I took off, but I kind of missed hanging out with the guy. A simpler life of going