Prologue of Ripper

Here is a preview of my latest novel, Ripper Book 1 of Ripper Academy series.

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I turned off my alarm a minute before it was supposed to go off. A minute later, Winter’s alarm screamed, and she groaned, slamming her fist down on the snooze button before rolling over in her covers and burying herself further into them.

“Winter, wake up!” I yelled as I pulled off my yellow bunny sheets and slipped my feet into my fuzzy fake fur slippers.

“Go back to sleep, Evie,” she groaned, her voice muffled from being under the covers.

“You know I can’t do that,” I said as I ran and jumped on top of her. There was no way I could go back to sleep. I barely could fall asleep in the first place. “You remember what today is, don’t you?”

“It’s not like I haven’t celebrated today for 17 years already,” she said and pushed me off. I landed on the hardwood floor with a thud.

“Ow!” I whined before glaring at my sister. “Then you know I can’t go back to sleep. I could barely sleep at all last night. I’m too excited,” I told her as I walked over to the end of my bed and threw on my robe.

“Well, some of us need our beauty sleep,” Winter snapped, throwing her pillow over her face in order to block me out.

“And not all of us can sleep like the living dead,” I commented before walking over to Pearl’s cage. “Morning, Pearl,” I said to the cute white rabbit. Next to Winter, Pearl was my best friend and the best gift I ever got. She was a Christmas gift from my parents two years ago, and there was no way I could let her go the moment I laid eyes on her. I vowed then that someday she would be my familiar.

I lifted Pearl out of her cage and cradled her in my arms.

“Don’t sleep in for too long,” I said to Winter as I walked out of our bedroom.

I hummed as I walked down the well-lit hallway. The large rays of shines that poked through the windows made the hallway look enchanted. Its was one of the aspects I appreciated about my house. It was built with a lot of large windows that allowed the house to breathe. Winter and I had grown up in this large house in California.

We were from a Light family, and Light Witches loved nature.

I could hear music playing as I walked downstairs. My mother and father were in the kitchen, cooking breakfast to the radio like they always did on weekend mornings. Dad spun Mom around and she smiled when she saw me.

“Morning, Evie,” she greeted.

“Morning,” I responded. Dad placed a kiss on my temple as he danced around me. A buffet of breakfast was sprawled out across the counter. My mother was a master at the levitation spell. She could levitate several objects at once to help her multitask and cook faster. She was a master chef in the kitchen while my father only acted like he was helping to boost his ego. My mother always left him to make toast because it was simple enough.

Dad did not belong in a kitchen.

“Where’s your sister?” Mom asked.

“Still sleeping,” I told her as I sat at the counter.

My mother sighed. “Of course,” she grumbled. “Finn, what are we going to do with her?”

“Nothing, Martha,” my father said as he moved behind her. “We are going to let her be.”

“I worry about her is all.”

“You’re worrying for no reason.”  Mom sighed again and continued making breakfast.

“Morning all” Uncle Gabriel greeted as he waltzed into the kitchen.

“Brother,” Mom said as Gabriel kissed her cheek.

“Happy birthday, my beautiful niece,” he said as he came over to hug me.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

“Your sister is still sleeping, huh? Good morning, Pearl.”

“You know it.”

“You all can stop talking about me; I’m here,” Winter yawned as she entered the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday, my beautiful niece,” Uncle Gabriel repeated to Winter.

“Thanks,” she muttered. She pointed her finger, and a plate levitated from the dishwasher, and breakfast food began to pile up onto her plate. Winter was gifted with the levitation spell like Mom while I could barely lift a pen off the table.

Everyone moved out of her way as she carried her plate into the dining room. We all knew Winter always got out on the wrong side of the bed in the morning and it wasn’t wise to get on her wrong side. It was best to leave that beast alone. We all gathered our food and moved into the dining room after her.

“Are you two excited for your party?” Mom asked Winter and I.

“Of course,” I told her. “I barely slept a wink.”

“I don’t see the big deal,” Winter said.

“We’re eighteen today. This is the beginning of our lives as witches. In two weeks, we’ll be attending Ripper Academy of Magic. How are you not excited?” I asked, practically jumping in my seat as I thought about attending the astounding school for magic.

“It’s just another birthday, Evie.”

“It’s not just another birthday,” Mom said. “This year you’ll choose your path. The 18th year of life is important for a pureblood. You two will continue the Morgontail line.”

“It’s not like we haven’t heard that a million times. We just choose our path, and that’s it. Why do we have to have this large party?”

“It’s to celebrate your life and your beginning as a witch,” Dad said.

“I just don’t want to make a big deal out of this, that’s all,” she grumbled as she stabbed her plate with her fork.

“We need to. You two are the heirs to the Morgontail family name,” Mom said. “Twin pure light witches are a blessing.”

“What if I don’t want to be a light witch?” All I could hear was the sound of silverware being dropped against plates.

“What did you just say?” Mom asked, and Winter looked her in the eyes with a challenging look.

“I said I don’t want to be a light witch.”

That’s when Mom fainted.

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