The Serpent's Due
I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everythingThe bus dropped me off at 3:17 a.m., same stop as always. Rain fell like judgment. I dragged my duffel past the boarded-up diner, past the graffiti-streaked church, toward the house that used to be home. Two years gone—two years of scams, startups, dreams burning to ash. Now I was back, broke and hollow.
Mom answered the door in a faded robe, hair loose, eyes red. She didn’t hug me. Just stepped aside. The air smelled like lavender and mildew. Same couch, same photos on the wall—me at ten, smiling beside Dad before he vanished.
She offered tea. I said yes. Small things matter now.
Later, I found the book. Hidden under a loose floorboard in Henry’s old study. Leather-bound, pages brittle, ink that looked too dark to be ink. The first spell was titled: To Bend the Will of Blood.
I read it aloud. Just to see.
That night, she brought me tea again. Without asking. Her hand brushed mine. She didn’t pull away fast enough.
I looked into her eyes—really looked—and saw something flicker. Not desire. Not yet. But obedience.
And beneath it, fear.
I could make her stay. Make her want me. Make her mine.
But if I do… there’s no coming back.
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works: 8
Blood Ties and Broken Vows
I never wanted to come back here. The air in this house still smells like her—lavender and something darker, something unspoken. Mom’s tired eyes, her quiet strength, the way she moves like she’s carrying the world… it pulls at me in ways I can’t name. And now Henry watches me like he knows every secret I’ve buried. He caught me looking where I shouldn’t. But instead of rage, he smiled. A deal, he said. One that would bind us all. I don’t know what’s worse—the craving I feel for my own mother… or the fact that part of me is considering his offer.
Blood And Desire
I haven’t seen her in eight years—not since I left this town with nothing but a backpack and a lie. Now I’m back, standing on the porch, hands shaking not from the cold but from the debt breathing down my neck. Mom looks older, fragile, but her eyes still pierce through me like they always did. She doesn’t know about the men chasing me, the blood already on my hands. And she definitely doesn’t know about the heat that coils in my gut when she touches my arm—soft, maternal, wrong. This house was supposed to be safe. But desire has a way of rotting roots.
The Pawn's Gambit
I never asked to be part of this game. But the moment Thornton leaned across that desk and whispered Nicole’s name like he owned it, I felt the trap snap shut. He knows about my debts. He knows about the nights I lie awake imagining her voice under my hands. And now he’s offering me a way out—power, money, freedom—if I’m willing to burn everything down. The worst part? I’m already considering it.
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