Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Novels & Stories

‘you’ll see them flying on broomsticks, putting on black hoods, with protruded caps, they are very wicked and seeks to harvest our blood if we let them, but we can resist them’ Dike said as they approach to cross the territory of witches. He then asked everyone to bring out from their bags the portion given to them by the Oracles, ‘don’t waste it, when a witch approaches you, stay composed and make sure it gets close enough then you pour this portion on the witch and it will dematerialize before your eyes, but remember, don’t waste it and don’t use it unless it’s necessary. If you waste yours, you are gone’ he added.

She crossed her arms, as if sizing Maggie up once more, but this time, there was no skepticism, only recognition. Maggie, for all her usual composure, couldn't quite hide the small flicker of pride that passed through her expression. She lifted her chin slightly, though her voice remained even. "I’ve been practicing. It helps that magic is instinctive for me. It just... listens." Her fingers twitched at her side, as if she could call forth her power with just a thought, and I had no doubt she could. It was effortless for her in a way that sometimes made me envious, though I’d never admit it aloud.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

She's so busy with her phone and I wonder why mom left her here instead of taking her out as her assistant. Honestly, her job doesn't fit her. I could say that she's different from any other helpers I've seen. Aside from her bad habits of cursing and speaking her native language everytime, she also barely talks about herself. Mom and every one in the house notices her being a slight domineering too. Though they find her cocky and weird, I find her the opposite way. Yeah she's cocky and bold when she speaks about herself sometimes. Just like how she says that she don't need any wealthy man to come to her because they are the ones who gonna beg for her attention. Sounds cool, right? Haha...

When I didn't open the door once before, she sat on the other side singing until I opened up. I opened the door before she could start singing. She was a horrible singer. And besides, if I didn't let her in, she would tear down the door with her explicitly scary acrylic nails. Her round, pale face greeted me as I opened the door. Lola was beautiful and she knew it. She used it like a weapon. Her soft black curls were the definition of perfect hair, and her grey eyes could intimidate anyone when there wasn't a mischievous glint in them. She grinned ferally. "I knew you'd cave," she said, and pushed past me into my room. She seemed tentative as she crossed into my room, which was terribly unli

he asked, looking at the wisps again. “That is magic. It runs through everything. The magic of things mixes with other magic and becomes something new. Nothing exists in a vacuum, everything is connected,” she told him, and he heard the smile on her face. “Is this how you always see the world?” Colin was amazed that she could function if this was her world. “No, I could, but it’s too distracting. I use it when I need it, or when I need to feel connected,” she said. “Because the magic is everywhere, you can use it in so many ways. One of my favourite things is to listen to the heartbeats of a pack,” she continued.

"Cinderella, it's time. Magic has awakened us from our slumber, and Polonias is in danger. The land needs you. All of our realm's inhabitants need you." She sneezed. And the rosy light became the outline of a woman who appeared to be around my age with brown hair and very eclectic taste in clothing. Without thinking, I pulled the comforter up past my nose. "Revealith," I whispered, hoping the magic would show me what she really was. My first thought was Mizrabel, but she didn't sound like the sorceress. "Tut-tut," she quipped, then sneezed again. "Knock it off with the magic. I'm allergic."

"I swear on my life, you'll never be able to touch him" "You don't understand" She cooed. "That child is just as special as you're. Perhaps maybe more" She sniffed the air, "I had Darwin strip you off your magic but there's something emitting from you. You're supposed to have lost every magical essence you possessed but you're different. Perhaps is it the child's doing?" She found a smile. "Of course it is. The magic in you belong to the child" Her smile deepened. "I couldn't be more proud of my sister. Even in death she's still of help to me" Rowena mumbled. "I'll have you, both mother and child. I must have you" Her frown returned, clutching her chest.

she said handing me back the paper. "I thought you can't do magic?" I asked intrigued. "That is not magic, it's an Oath, even you can do it." She answered. I nodded. She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling. "Now let's get this thing off me." I stood up and went to stand behind her, she moved her hair to one shoulder giving me a perfect view of her beautiful slender neck. My fingers gently brushed against her skin, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. I could feel how deep the connection between souls is, one that went beyond words or actions. I couldn't resist leaning down to inhale her tantalizing scent.

And he was really torn of believing her that she changed for the better or this just one of her schemes. The Claire now was exactly the Claire that she dreamt about many years ago. He smiled sadly at that thought. He stood up and opened the glass shelves into the part of the special book section. He grabbed that special book entitled: “The CEO’s Little Enchantress”, he opened the book in the middle and took out a photo of a young lady in her 20’s wearing eyeglasses and so focused typing on her laptop. Then he checked another photo of her holding the book and reading it.