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    Good Witch, Bad Witch
    Good Witch, Bad Witch
    Good Witch, Bad Witch
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    Good Witch, Bad Witch

    By Mary Martel

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    Ariel Kimber is a 17 year old girl who has not lived a very happy life so far. So much so, she's never been able to celebrate the joys of Halloween before.

    This year, things are different. This year Ariel's got herself a whole new family, and they just so happen to be witches. Like her. And, this year, they are making the best out of Halloween.

    Unfortunately for Ariel, it's not all fun and games for a witch when she's got seven boyfriends. Emotions run high, magic gets explored, and Ariel enjoys her first Halloween with her coven.

    This is an Ariel Kimber short story. It's also RH.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMary Martel
    Release dateOct 30, 2018
    ISBN9780463392980
    Good Witch, Bad Witch
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    Mary Martel

    Mary Martel was born in West Michigan and spent most of her life there. She currently resides in North Dakota with her two daughters and husband. She loves reading, zombies, mermaids and all forms of art.Follow on Instagram: @mary.martelEmail address: marymartel@drtel.net

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      Good Witch, Bad Witch - Mary Martel

      Good Witch, Bad Witch

      An Ariel Kimber Short Story

      By: Mary Martel

      Copyright © Mary Martel 2018

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of Mary Martel, except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.

      1st Edition Published: October 2018

      Cover Design by: Mary Martel

      All Rights Reserved: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction in whole or in part, without express written permission by Mary Martel.

      This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Smashwords Edition License Note

      Thank you for downloading/purchasing this ebook. This ebook and its contents are the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied, and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes. If you enjoyed the book, please encourage your friends to download/purchase their own copy at Smashwords.com, where they can also discover other works by this author. Thank you for your support.

      This ebook contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. All characters are fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental.

      Published by Mary Martel at Smashwords.com.

      Chapter One

      Ariel

      The doorbell rang and I jumped down from my spot on the kitchen counter and raced for the front door. If one of those jerks beat me to the door again then I was going to murder their asses.

      Both Damien and Rain laughed at me as I raced out of the kitchen. They could laugh at me all they wanted, I couldn't help that I was super excited. It was Halloween and not only had I never gone trick or treating but I'd never passed out candy before either.

      After hearing this, what he'd called horrifying but not surprising news Uncle Quinton had tried to force me to go trick or treating with him. We'd argued, me saying I was way too old to go and he'd claimed you were never too old for such a thing, even though he'd had no intention of going himself until he thought to force me to go. Thankfully, it was an argument I had won but, because he was Quinton, he couldn't leave it alone.

      On my dresser in my bedroom at Dash's cottage, I now had twelve different bags of candy. It was outrageous and would likely take me twenty-five years to eat it all on my own and I'd get sick just trying. I'd rolled my eyes and grumbled when he'd given it to me but he hadn't cared in the least.

      That was Quinton. He did what he wanted and you either got with the program (his program, of course) or you... I shook my head as I made it to the door. That was really the only option. Sometimes I won against him, but I was always the only one who ever did. And I think he let me win sometimes because I was the girl in the group. The only girl.

      No pressure, though, right?

      Puh-lease.

      I pulled the door open after unlocking it and couldn't keep the grin off of my face when I looked down at the small children standing on the stoop before me. An angel, a black kitty cat, a Transformer and a Ninja Turtle stood there with serious looks on their faces and open bags and buckets held up and waiting.

      Trick or treat, they shouted at me in unison and my grin turned into an out and out smile. They were too cute to be true.

      You're a witch! The little kitty cat shouted gleefully at me.

      I grabbed the the bucket full of candy off of the floor and pushed open the heavy screen door. I held the bucket down in front of them and shook it wildly at them.

      I didn't comment when they each grabbed a handful of candy out of the bucket as opposed to one piece each. This was my first year and I planned on doing things the right way. One rinky dink piece of candy per kid was not going to fly with me.

      I like your hat, the Ninja Turtle yelled at me.

      Thanks, I muttered happily. 

      There was a reason to like my hat because it was freaking awesome. It was a tall, black, pointy tipped witches’ hat that wasn't cheap or flimsy in any way. And, no matter how I moved or what I was doing, it stood up straight and proud and never wilted. Though, if I ran it would sometimes fly off.

      Quinton had picked out my outfit for me when I'd refused to get a costume for myself. The black, form fitting up top but flowing skirt on bottom, dress he'd given me screamed vintage and was not brand new when he'd given it to me. That was, I suspected, because it had been worn by some long since dead actual witch at some point in time. I figured he'd dug it out of that mysterious storage facility he had somewhere that'd I'd only heard about but had never been given the chance to visit. But I had some fancy, old school furniture that looked to be expensive that had come from there. And now a kick ass dress that screamed witch.

      He'd even enlisted Damien in his mission and I now had fantastic black, pointed toe, lace up the front ankle boots that weren't exactly comfortable but looked fabulous on my feet. I'd likely never wear them again, but they'd go on the floor in my coffin closet with the rest of my new, fabulous boots.

      The adorable children took their now heavier bags of candy and ran down the cement pathway to the front sidewalk where two bored looking teens waited for them. I imagined them to be older siblings who'd been saddled with the younger kids on a night where they'd rather be off partying it up with their friends but their parents had had better ideas. 

      I let the screen door slam shut as I closed the front door and twisted the lock on the doorknob. Locking the doors was a rule we all had to live by now, the guys were too paranoid to have it any other way. Too much had happened, and none of it had been good.

      I didn't mind, I felt safer with the door being locked, even when I was in a house full of guys who could wield magic like a weapon and had no problem defending not only themselves but me as well. I was safest with them, but precautions always had to be taken.

      You let them take too much candy, Dash grumbled from the living room and I immediately backtracked, heading towards the tiny living room instead of the even tinier kitchen.

      I know, I cheerfully agreed with him as I plopped down onto the sofa beside him.

      Dash's lips curled up in the ghost of a smile as I leaned into him. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around my shoulders, holding me close. I looked up at him and couldn't keep the happy, loopy look off of my face.

      His eyes dropped to my mouth and a fire lit inside them before they came back up to my

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