Tallia Gauthier
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Jun 8, 2009 11:35:09 GMT
Witch Weekly Storybook Edition
Contents [/font][/i][/color][/u] - Editor's Note
- Advertisments
- Competition Updates
- {Entangled}
- Fan Letter of the Week
- WWN - Official Chart
[/font] Editor's Note Dear Reader,
Welcome to the Storybook Edition of Witch Weekly Magazine. We've been lucky enough to be chosen to host the brand new series of story extracts by the wonderfully talented Rafe Hitchens. We sincerely hope you like what you see and keep reading for the rest of the story in the weeks to come.
I hope you enjoy your read,
Tallia Gauthier Editor of Witch Weekly Magazine
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Just e-owl owl_delivery_service@yahoo.co.uk with the recipient’s name, your message, your name and either EXPRESS or STANDARD in the subject line and our thorough-bred owls will deliver your message in style. [/font][/i] Vote Lucius Malfoy for Minister of Magic Competition Updates The nonimees for Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award are:
- Bojan Vladislav
- Lucius Malfoy
- Harry Potter
- Charlie Weasley
[/I][/blockquote] The competition has been extended for a last and final week, so get voting. Send a private owl to Tallia Gauthier with your vote.
!Please note, you can only vote once. All additional votes will be discarded! {Entangled} A tale of lust, passion and deceit, sure to get your heart racing. [/u][/i][/font][/color][/center] “Vlad, darling, do get out of bed,” whispered a brassy voice from above a handsome man’s sleeping form.
“Mmmerph,” Vlad muttered indistinctly. He glowered at the girl possessing such a unique voice that never failed to irritate him. He wished it aroused him as it had before, but he was growing bored with this scullery maid. She was impossible. She knew right well he hated to rise before noon. Gentlemen never rose before noon, obviously. Where did an ordinary maid learn such manners? He gathered the vulgarity of the kitchen staff was partly to blame.
Vlad stirred away from the maid as soon as she attempted to run her labored hands through his once perfect hair. Growling under his breath, he sat up in the ruffled bed.
“I’m up,” he hissed through curved lips. They were his defining feature. They set him above other handsome men. Whenever he was in a scrap all he had to do was pout his full lips and wait for a favourable response.
“Fantastic, innit?” the maid cooed, her hands messing reaching her wild hair in an attempt to fix it. He skimmed over her face and hair, preferring to stare at her prominent bosom and shapely legs.
A stiff man appeared at the doorway, his expression so blank Vlad wondered if he was blind to the two naked people on and about his bed.
“Sir, a man claiming to be from the court is in the drawing room,” the man announced before turning on his heel and fleeing from the room.
“That’s bizarre,” Vlad muttered, pushing the maid from his sinewy arms. No doubt, she wanted another go at his solid body. He pushed her away and she fell on the floor, huffing about rich men and their moods.
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Vladimir Vivaldi Stevens strode leisurely into the drawing room, wearing clothes fit for someone far above his station. His raven hair was too long to be worn down and was tied with a white ribbon at the nape of his neck. He stuck out his bottom lip like an impatient, willful child as he waited for the man to introduce himself.
“Mr. Stevens, I am Oliver Tamwell, Duke of Suffix, sent to represent the king of England himself. Although it gives me no pleasure to inform you of this, I must do as the king commands. The king has redistributed the manors closest to his castle and he wishes to give Stevens Estate to Mistress Jane. I apologise for any inconvenience and wish you good day, Mr. Stevens. I understand you are to clear out within a fortnight,” the man called Oliver said in a tired voice.
Vladimir kept his emotions at bay, waving for a servant to escort the young duke out. He needed to process this information. He needed to talk to someone wiser than himself. A scullery maid had nothing to offer at this time.
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To be continued...
by Rafe Hitchens Fan Letter of the Week [/u][/i][/font][/color][/center] Dear Witch Weekly, I'm writing in response to your article about the centaurs of Hogwarts. When I was at school, the centaurs always kept to themselves in the forest, but I was still very interested in them. I found them so beautiful. I love horses and men, so I think if I had the chance to meet with one of them, especially the emotionally remarkable creature you interviews, we'd get on really well. I'm single at the moment, and if you could provide any interested centaurs with my details, I'd be very greatful.
Yours hopefully, Julia Lewis
[/I][/blockquote][/blockquote] WWN - Official Chart [/u][/i][/font][/color][/center] {1} The Weird Sisters - Magic Works {2} Ella Moonshine - Tell Me How You Like It {3} Alanis Loroca - Help Me Fight the Darkness {4} Opal - How Come? {5} Lady Nita - Um Di Dum Di {6} Creeper - Shivvver {7} The Flaw - Never Let Them Know {8} The Incubators - Keep On {9} Boomshanka - Have Faith in Me {10} Cadbury Nights - Just a Minute
Thank you for reading! [/font][/center]
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Tallia Gauthier
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Editor of Witch Weekly
"The quill is mightier than the wand"
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Jul 3, 2009 10:49:26 GMT
- Editor's Note
- Advertisments
- Competition Updates
- {Entangled}
- Fan Letter of the Week
- WWN - Official Chart
[/font] Dear Reader,
Welcome to our hotly awaited second Storybook Edition of Witch Weekly Magazine. As you know, we've been lucky enough to be chosen to host the brand new series of story extracts by the wonderfully talented Rafe Hitchens. This second installment is definitely enough to get your blood racing. We sincerely hope you like what you see and keep reading for the rest of the story in the weeks to come.
I hope you enjoy your read,
Tallia Gauthier Editor of Witch Weekly Magazine
[/font][/i] For all your owl post needs. Just e-owl owl_delivery_service@yahoo.co.uk with the recipient’s name, your message, your name and either EXPRESS or STANDARD in the subject line and our thorough-bred owls will deliver your message in style. [/font][/i][/blockquote] The winner of Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award is an independant nominee:
Dante Fuilteach [/I][/blockquote] Dedicated to a flouncing murderous vampire and his little boy toy
Vlad bounded down the spiral staircase after fetching his traveling cloak, heading to a place he often visited before confusion completely took over.
He bustled past wide-eyed maidens who obviously wanted to gawk at his face and form, turning left at a sign labeled Laurent St. John: Servicing singles and couples alike. Satisfaction guaranteed. Covering his mouth with his hand, Vlad made a mental note to tell Laurent his sign sounded questionable and could be taken the wrong way.
Laurent’s long-time friend, Magnus, answered the door wearing little more than a smirk, some eye glitter, and long towel tied at the waist. Most men would look embarrassed or messy in a towel, but not Magnus. He possessed an uncommonly graceful air and manner. Sometimes Vlad wondered, not without some envy, if his feet ever touched the ground. Now he just found it irritating.
“You must be Vladimir? It’s a pleasure. Laurent should be out shortly. I believe he’s worn himself out, the poor thing,” Magnus stated, his lips threatening to smile.
He beckoned for Vladimir to sit beside him on the sofa, his face alarmingly close to Vlad’s raven hair and piercing eyes. Vlad tried to sink back and away from Magnus’s crafty features, but the man clamped his firm hand on Vlad’s knee, securing him in an instant.
Then the half naked man proceeded to make a speech.
“You know, poodle, ever since Laurent and I parted ways, he’s been positively dreadful to live with. We hardly speak, which is something to boast of when we seldom stop chattering,” he began, his amber eyes burning into Vlad’s dark ones. “I crave distraction. I crave beauty and youth and glamour.”
Wrenching himself away from Magnus’s firm grip proved difficult, though not impossible. At that moment Vlad became grateful for the firm muscles in his limbs. He felt his palms sweating as he attempted to comprehend everything. Laurent and Magnus were more than friends at one point? Why would they do that?
“I- I don’t see how I could be of any help, Magnus,” Vlad managed, his throat extremely dry. Feeling desperate for an excuse to leave, he looked awkwardly about the room, oblivious to how handsome his profile appeared to the man beside him.
“Oh, darling, I’ll lead you through the whole process. You’re halfway there already; I see an extraordinary energy pulsating through your veins like liquid fire. You already possess all the glamour and promise of youth, it’s entirely unfair. I can hardly tear my eyes from your face. Come with me. He doesn’t even realize that you are here, dear Vlad,” Magnus whispered, his voice velvety smooth.
“No, I’m here for advice, not tomfoolery!” Vlad declared, looked flustered and red. He had never come upon this before, at least not with a man.
Magnus sidled up to him in a flash, eyes wandering up and down his physique. Vladimir half expected the man to slither around him like a python and never let go.
“The blush becomes you, Vladimir.”
Right on cue, Laurent stepped in, looking downright livid when his eyes meet Magnus’s. Magnus, with an innocent expression, slid off the sofa languidly, much like a feline, his sleepy eyes fixed on the floor.
“Out,” Laurent murmured, trying to hide any emotion from his voice.
“Such passion, such jealousy!” Magnus added cheekily, trying to wind the other man up.
“OUT!”
“I may have sex with other men, but I sleep with you, Laurent,” Magnus answered smoothly, leaping out of the room with his usual flair.
Vladimir watched Laurent pace the room agitatedly. The young man looked entirely fatigued, as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. His hair was crumpled, without product, and every which way while his clothes looked as if he’d been in a whirlwind when dressing.
“What can I do for you, Vlad? Evidently you’ve been offered services from Magnus, but that’s a different thing altogether, isn’t it?” Laurent hissed, jealousy leaking into every word. Vlad was unsure of how to console the young man and contented himself with pouting his lips provocatively, hoping to raise his spirits. He could not help but notice Laurent’s eyes watching his full lips.
“Well, I came here for some solid advice. Apparently the king has redistributed my estate to Mistress Jane. As you know, I’m not of noble blood. I worked long and hard to acquire my property. There’s no chance of me becoming a duke, is there?”
“I’m certain you did work long and hard, Vladimir! Like I’ve said before, I’m proud you’ve achieved so much,” Laurent exclaimed with a sheepish grin before answering his question. Vladimir looked relieved at the subject change.
“There’s no chance in hell the king would promote someone with no connections in court. Still, it’s peculiar about Mistress Jane. She may have a distant connection, at best… Ah ha—the king has a new mistress and wants to shower her with land. The king is predictable, isn’t he? How trite!”
He seemed thrilled by the gossip, his whole face alight, giving Vlad a sense of what Laurent looked like when healthy and happy.
“What the devil does that have to do with me? Can I get my house back?” Vlad demanded.
Laurent appeared thoughtful, crossed his legs, and sighed gloomily.
“No, I’m afraid not. I’m only a magician and I cannot alter the past. Neither can I predict the future. If you wanted a prize mirror cleaned or your hair dyed then I could do something for you,” he said slowly, looking genuinely sorry.
“Thanks for that anyway. I better take my leave, Laurent,” Vlad said, rising from the sofa.
In less than a second, he felt the magician’s hand clap over his knee, the same knee that Magnus had grabbed while assaulting him on the sofa. Laurent’s eyes looked moist with hopeless longing. Recognising this expression on a man was frightening and something Vlad never wanted to see again.
Everyone wants to have a go at me today!
“Good luck, mon petit,” was all he said, but Vlad could tell he was struggling, holding back something. He scratched his head, trying to dismiss his own foolish conjectures as to what. Vlad shivered at one in particular and strode back home.
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by Rafe Hitchens Dear Witch Weekly, I'm writing to say how much I enjoyed the first installment of Entangled. Mr Hitchens is a genius. He kept me transfixed the whole way through. I'm really looking forward to reading the rest of the story.
All my love, Nita Langdon
[/I][/blockquote][/blockquote] {1} Serenity Leads - Ka ZAM {2} The Weird Sisters - Magic Works {3} Ella Moonshine - Tell Me How You Like It {4} Forcatcha - This is How it Goes {5} Alanis Loroca - Help Me Fight the Darkness {6} Opal - How Come? {7} Creeper - Shivvver {8} The Incubators - Keep On {9} Boomshanka - Have Faith in Me {10} The Flaw - Never Let Them Know
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