TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (e book reader for pc txt) 📗

needed to curl up in my bed and try to forget this shitty day ever happened.

And that is just what I did.

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It's been a couple of months since Dasha and I had our big blow out. I tried calling and texting her a few times but to no avail. The first time I called, my call was hung up on. Then my texts were ignored, and my number was blocked.

Seriously?!!

I was even so desperate to try and patch things up that I tried calling Dasha from other phones so that she wouldn't recognize that it was me calling.

Her answer to that was changing her phone number.

My last failed attempt was when I drove all the way out to her house, hoping that even if I pleaded with her through her door, she'd still have to hear my words, and hopefully, I would manage to get through to her. Unfortunately, my two-hour drive to Dasha's house up north was all in vain; her home was put up for sale and empty. To be honest, I was beginning to feel like a pathetic stalker.

Ish.

Sadly, I recognized that the friendship that was so dear to me, the person that I once regarded as my family, was no more. I didn't harbor any ill will towards Dasha, despite how she walked away from our friendship. I only hoped that whatever reasons she had, she was at peace with them, even if they were beyond my comprehension. Maybe one day she'd reach out to me, and I know that I would be there just as we had always been to each other in the past. But somehow, I was doubtful that she would.

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***SEXUAL CONTENT***

Dasha's POV

I can't believe I had to put my fucking home up for sale and move out. Although I suppose it did come with a perk. Moving in with my sexy ass man more than makes up for that inconvenience. Thank Goddess, he was so forthcoming with me moving in with him. It only took a few tears, and he was all down for helping his little damsel in distress.

Sucker.

You would have thought that Sammie would have gotten the hint when I wouldn't take her fucking calls or respond to any of her annoying texts. But when she tried getting a hold of me using other phones, I knew I needed to take more drastic measures. Evidently, the bitch was NOT getting the hint. I mean, really WTF – how many ways does somebody have to make it look like they want you to stay the fuck away from them.

Shit!

Sam should be thankful that I was even that generous with my warning to stay away. I could have easily been a lot harsher, but I figured that I owed her at least some tiny iota of kindness out of respect for Jay. Honestly, I was more than generous with that idiot Sam. I feigned niceties with her while keeping tabs on her, and she took that as genuine kindness. I only needed to keep tabs on her as a lion keeps track of its next meal. Because in a sense, that's all Sam ever was for me. She was a means to an end, and her vitality was my compensation for tolerating her as long as I did.

The extent of my generosity had run its course during our last encounter. I had hoped to obtain another bit of Sammie’s blood in order to bind her to me so that I would no longer have to deal with her in person, but she pissed me off, and I never got the chance. I guess I'll just have to have my sycophants keep watch on her now. It won't be long until I collect what I need from her anyway, so I will stay away for the time being. Nevertheless, Sammie best pray to the Goddess that she stops looking for me because I won't be so lenient next time. If need be, I can always find another quarry. Sam isn't that indispensable. The only reason I've allowed her to go unscathed is that I have worked too damn hard to get everything I wanted. Granted, it did come at a pretty high price, but my stupid fucking coven couldn't bind me from the full potency of my powers forever. I would find a way to break their binding spell over me, and then I'll make sure to pay a visit to those old hags and repay their indignation tenfold.

At least they couldn't undo all my hard work. I could tolerate living with limited powers ... for now.

Shit, now I'm irritated. I should have never wasted my time thinking about a bunch of stupid bitches. I needed to find a way to blow off some steam.

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3rd Person POV

The sound of the shower being turned on in the bedroom's en-suite, a few feet away, infiltrated Dasha's thoughts. She stood up from the rumpled bed, which still bore the sweet aroma of sex and perspiration. She casually let her red silk camisole nightie slide down her olive-colored sinewy body. Stepping over the rumpled mellifluous material, she strode over to the bathroom's doorway. She slid open the plexiglass shower door, allowing its occupant to get an eyeful of her naked curvaceous form. Dasha could see that her boyfriend was pleasantly surprised seeing the seductive woman standing before him, being that his exquisite manhood was suddenly standing at attention upon her arrival.

"Hey baby, I thought you were still sleeping, so I didn't want to wake you." He greeted her with a childish grin. Her sudden appearance clearly amused him.

"I was." She purred as she stepped into the shower. "But now I'm famished." A devilish smile spread across Dasha's lips as she slowly knelt in front of him. She eyed his swollen member hungrily, licking her full red lips. "Guess who's on the menu?" She