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Many times people who are starting to get interested in this religion learn only how they can begin to practice it superficially, without developing a very detailed and profound knowledge. Often this is demonstrated by the fact that they always practice the usual spells and above all that through these they are unable to obtain tangible results. For this reason, this complete collection has the goal to provide all the necessary and corrected information and to make anyone who wants it to become an expert Wiccan practitioner.

Three short stories in one convenient package! Follow the adventures of Thumbelina in college in these wacky crossovers featuring all sorts of fairy-tale creatures! 

You've heard about how Snow White bit into a poison apple and fell in love with Prince Charming? This isn't that story. Learn about this Snow White and how she meets the Seven Dwarfs: six male dwarfs and a female dwarf named Cosette. When the petite Cosette meets the tall and lengthy beauty named Snow White, will she get her happily ever after, or she meant to be just a side character in this fairytale? 

Katya has seen the way Brad, their sexy, handsome builder, looks at her husband. And one day she catches her "straight" husband flirting right back. The thought of the two guys getting together is the hottest thing she’s ever imagined, and she wants more - but her husband will never admit to his hidden bisexual desires. Katya secretly arranges with the builder to give her husband a very special gift for his birthday, while she watches. But when the blindfold comes off, will her husband agree to take it? Crossed swords guaranteed in this steamy story of a forbidden ménage.

He lifted his head and froze with shock. Standing over him, more than six feet tall, was a monstrous goliath of a beast. It had hairs all over its body, staring like an overfed, violent, half-man, half-gorilla. His hair was locked, thick, and long to its waistline. It had red eyes, an enormous nose, crushed ears, and an ugly, twisted mouth. His fingers were long, sharp, and dirty. In his hand were two long blades dripping with blood. A foul smell emanated from every part of him. 

A divorced woman decides to seduce the neighbor’s son to relieve her frustrations. When the boy tells her about his anal fantasies, she decides to make them come true.

"Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels. "Ella was surprised to find the reception from Sheela so warm and welcoming. She knew Sheela was different from a typical grouchy old widow but she still felt about the “year” she was going to be with Sheela as work, not friendship. But the more time she spent with the lady, the more she felt comfortable, and by the time the dinner was over, they actually hit things off quite well. Another surprise Ella got was Sheela’s speech".

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

A young woman's church group discovers a naughty lesbian! Molly, a young cutie, is eager for the winter weekend at her church's cabin. With her best friend, a hot redhead, two other girls, and the preacher's sultry wife are going to have a spiritual retreat. Little do they know what they're about to fine.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Chicago. He discovered it wasn’t a dream. A week of asking his parents when they were going back passed, and he got his answer when the truck with their stuff from Pennsylvania arrived. No, it wasn’t a dream, it was his worst nightmare. He wailed, sobbed, yelled, wept; did everything he was capable of. It took him months to realize this wasn’t going to change. The murky grey skies mirrored his heart and he failed to remember when he had last felt happy. Actually, he did remember. How could he not?

"The light from the fire against the tent cast some strange shadows, but nothing out of the ordinary, as Tony whispered that it was probably Bumi going to pee in the foliage. Leaning slowly to one side I raised the flap of the tent and stared out. Panic gripped me when I suddenly realized that the tent opposite, Bumi’s tent, was empty. Not only that, but his backpack was missing. Why would he take his stuff if he’s just going to pee? I asked myself and then Tony, out loud. In response he told me not to panic. Surely wherever Bumi had gone he would be back by morning".

Enjoy this short romatic story by Zorella C Tyanne. “A boyfriend? Ella Murphy, our Ella Murphy, has a boyfriend"? “Yes. Soon she’ll have a husband...and kids...and dogs, and you’ll be busy acting like you’re fine with it. What a shame, you won’t even get paid for it.” Andy sighed dramatically. “Can you cut it out for a second and tell me more? I’m dying here”. “You would know if you had an account on Instagram, like I keep telling you to. Paps caught her having dinner at a fancy restaurant last night. Look at what she’s wearing. Definitely a date".

She nodded as she continued to apply the lipstick on his lips. “Of course I did. But I cannot allow it to distract me. I have to make sure you are going to look good for tomorrow.” When she was done, she stood apart to look at him. Paul stood up from the floor and looked at his wife. “How do I look?”

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

The choice of bringing a book out of the dustbin of history and making it more easily available to the general public should be an easy decision, right? Not in the case of The Wonderful Electric Elephant written by Frances Montgomery. Listeners can hear exactly what Frances Montgomery wrote and decide for themselves what they think of it. Parts of this novel are a vile stain on history and society. But, I must also add that she wrote some innovative ideas and had some imaginative concepts which were ahead of her time.

In reality, in real actual life, that kind of magic doesn’t belong to one group and the object doesn’t have to look like them at all. It doesn't even have to look like a person. As long as you wish, dream, and know hard enough, it can be anything. A stick, a leaf, a piece of fruit, a candle. My grandmother used to do with an egg. She would write the name of the person onto the surface of a hen’s egg and then...picking up a rock, she would smash - Smash! Smash! - the top, so that it fractured and dented, yolk spilling and oozing out everywhere!

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx: "Standing in a room filled with sharp and heavy objects I had seen some form of I don’t know what, an apparition? A ghost? Yet, I had not been harmed. Standing stock still, I considered. In those stories, those urban legends and public warnings about the dangers of discarded appliances there was no malevolent element, no wicked long toothed demon emerging through the wires. Shaking my head and sure that I would probably regret the decision, I did possibly the bravest and possibly the stupidest thing I have ever done. I went back into the room".

His first response was to look around. He was afraid for himself, for Dame, but he didn’t scream. He assessed his situation, looked around, and that’s when he laid eyes on one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.