Author of romance and smut. Also an amateur foodie.
Catching His Witch Chapter 5 (The End)
Ross smiled as he watched Jenny’s sleeping face. It’d been 4 months since she’d moved in, and things couldn’t be more perfect. He loved being with her, kissing her, waking up to the sight of her every morning — hell, he loved her, period. And he was going to tell her that today.
Catching His Witch Chapter 4
Full of avocado toast, waffle, and eggs benedict, Jenny felt a little nauseous during the Lyft ride to Ross’s house. She shouldn’t have eaten so much, but everything had been so delicious.
Catching His Witch Chapter 3
Jenny woke up, still trapped in Ross’s embrace. She exhaled, watching his sleeping face. I should think of a way to thank him. He had fed her and given her a comfortable place to stay. And gave you the best kiss of your life, a little voice in her head added. She shook her head, forcing her mind to move on. Maybe I should bake him some cupcakes. Wait, what time is it? She cursed when she saw the clock on the nightstand. She had 15 minutes to get to class. The class scheduling gods had cursed her with a Saturday morning lecture. “We have to go to class on Saturday?” Naomi had complained. “Isn’t that like illegal?”
Catching His Witch Chapter 2
During the ride to Ross’s place, Jenny’s fingers twitched nervously. What had she gotten herself into? Beside her, Ross glowered. What had crawled up his ass and died there? She would’ve tried running away, but Ross held on to her hand tight. Is he planning to murder me in his basement? It was Halloween; horrific shit happened.
Catching His Witch Chapter 1
Jenny Tian felt absolutely ridiculous in her costume. She was supposed to be a witch — hence the long pointy black hat on her head — but the rest of her outfit didn’t really scream, “Double, double toil and trouble.” A shoulder-less pink dress that went maybe two inches below her butt, three if she was being generous; nude stockings; and glittery red heels. Normally, she would have just slapped on a “My Name is Irene” sticker and called it a day, but her friend Naomi had convinced her to dress up sexy for Halloween. Jenny had foolishly thought it would be fun. The reality — she felt stupid, miles away from sexy, and was freezing her ass off in the brisk autumn air.
Made with a latte love
During the pandemic, I've been trying to buy food from local businesses instead of dining at chain restaurants. Though I admittedly do enjoy the fare at a lot of chain restaurants (I have unironically raved about the chicken noodle soup at Cicis Pizza and strawberry poppy seed salad at Panera #NotASponsor #ButIAmOpenToBeingaSponsor #JK #ActuallyNotReally), it would depress me if all of the locally-owned restaurants went out of business and if every night, I found myself asking, "Should I order a personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut or one from Domino's?" (Never a bigger pizza because why would my perpetually single ass ever need to order a medium pizza? #ForeverAlone)
Theorem 1.1: She loves me.
Proof: Suppose she does not love me. Then by assumption, if I propose to her, she will say no. And because she will say no, it follows that she will not become my bride. However, she did become my bride. It then follows that I proposed to her and that she said yes. This contradicts our initial assumption of her not loving me. So we’ve proven that she loves me. Q.E.D.