A Witch's Destiny (Web Of Dreams Book 1)By: E.J. Bennett
Web Of Dreams Book 1
Warning! This book contains mature content and is not recommended for young readers.
A hot and sexy paranormal romance that will leave you wanting more....
Divina gives in to her father’s plea to spend the summer with her Pa. Within days strange events start to happen. Her Pa is in an accident and Divina starts to question her own life.
Is there more to her than a typical college student?
Is she destined for bigger things?
She starts to have crazy and exotic dreams. Those dreams only fuel her to find out what was missing from her life.
Her mom Amy is hiding dark secrets.
Would Amy be able to stable what was left?
Would Divina forgive her once she learned the truth?
Or will their relationship be shattered?
Amy’s make believe life crumbles around her. Was keeping who Divina really was hidden, worth it?
A prophecy told long before Divina’s birth puts her and those around her in danger.
She must learn to fight and protect herself from the hidden dangers of the world.
The road stretched out into the darkness, the asphalt-cold like the night. It was roomed with trees and a canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. From a distance, you could hear the ancient zoom of the Peugeot 501 with its antiquated engine accelerating not more than a speeding bicycle. Definitely, the car had been through thick and thin but it was still standing on the verge of cessation. The owner must have enjoyed it and loved it so much, that they couldn’t let it go. It was just as hoary as the owner. The difference which existed between them was life, real life. But even in its slow pace, soft rock music blared from its stereo, the driver wasn’t caught in its antediluvian world.
She was a young blond with thin lips and blue eyes. She had striking physical features which announced her presence even before she was aware of others. She was an outgoing youth with an inconsistent personality. Divina was singing loudly along with the song
‘. . . Am saying right now right now am free am free am free. . . This is my big hello, if you’re hearing now let me know I can finally see, it’s not just a dream when you said am free am free am free’
One would have thought that her voice and the song from the radio was the same. She really loved rock music and hated boredom. Then, finally giving up the ghost, the antiquated junk on four wheels broke down. Divina hit the steering wheel angrily. She blamed her Dad for allowing her to spend her holidays with her Pa. Her stay had been frustrating and not until now did she wish that she had refused her father’s request.
“He wants to see you, I bet you don’t understand that because you’re still young” her father had said.
But he never mentioned that he had a broken car, and she had forgotten that his house was in the middle of a walled large expanse of land which made sneaking out of the house almost impossible without a car or a bicycle. The town was fun filled but her old gramps was yawn-full. She got out from the rickety thing and tried to open its bonnet. After seeing the horrible engine with twisted wires which were more confusing than any jigsaw puzzle, she lost hope of using the car anymore. She would walk home. Since she was now going on foot, it would be easy for her to pass through the woods, which would be the perfect shortcut. Pa had a torch in the trunk. She remembered seeing it when she was checking out the rusted death on wheels.
She should have gone with her gut. It had never served her wrong before. After all it did tell her that the car was well past its cell by date and its next stop was the junkyard.
In a few minutes she found herself within the fresh organic smell of dark bleak nature, surrounded by the aged trees and a castle of woods. Creaking branches stretched away on the forest floor. Everything seemed fine for the first five minutes of walking. Only the rustle from underneath her feet could be heard. The path was dark. Nothing could be seen beyond the light of the torch which cast shadows by the tall mossy pines on either side. The swaying shadows gave her the creeps and a chill ran down her spine.