Wicked chance - Chapter 12

She felt a shiver of pleasure tingle down her spine as a breeze danced across her bare skin. A slow smile spread across Jasmine's face, the realization of her newfound sensuality and sexuality unfurling within her, like petals of a beguiling flower gently opening its fragrant heart to the sun. Despite the blissful calm seeping into the room, Jasmine was not blind to the shadowy secrets hidden behind this moment of euphoria.

Her mind raced with questions and her heartbeat throbbed to an ominous rhythm. She was sitting there lost in though as she realized she desperately wanted a nice hot latte to drink when suddenly it appeared before her. A shock of surprise coursed through her veins as she stared at the steaming hot cup of aromatic liquid. It was as if she had conjured it out of thin air with just a thought, but how could that be possible?

Confusion and curiosity gnawed at her mind, adding to the growing unease in her heart. She set down her drink as she read over the strange scroll and found the explanation that she was looking for and gasped as she realized that she was now basically a witch. It was stated that the one who touched the scroll and read its language would be granted immense power but also would change in both appearance and essence, forever locked in their newfound form.