Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Novels & Stories

She shouldn't be caught up in all that drama. "I've just been… getting by," I finally confessed. "But I'll be okay." She gazed at me for a moment, then nodded slowly. "You know, whenever I'm like that, I have my magic juice." I flinched. "Your what?" She grinned again, the wicked twinkle gleaming in her eyes. "Magic juice. It's orange soda and energy drink and lots of hope that it'll make everything better." Against my will, I chuckled. "Mandy, that's a heart attack in a glass."

Her strawberry blonde hair, usually a wild halo, seemed to literally bounce around her face, framing those wide, baby blue eyes that were practically shining with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. I just shrugged, nudging a stray oat flake with my spoon. “Meh.” Her bouncing stopped abruptly, as if I’d hit a secret off-switch. Her eyes rounded, going full anime-disbelief. "Meh? Meh?! How could you be so cavalier about doing something so monumental? I mean, today we get to practice magic, Genesis! Not just read about it in dusty old textbooks or memorize endless lists of spells and potions. This is the real deal!"

I ask gently, not wanting to shatter this fragile, wonderful moment between us. She considers my questions carefully. "Not everything, but enough." "How long have you known?" I ask. She hesitates, then sighs. "I’ve known that I’m able to do magic since I was little. I have visions. Not very often, but when they come, they’re extremely vivid. I don’t always understand them, but they always come true and then it all makes sense."

the first time you showed your magic? You were such a little girl, and you accidentally made flowers in the garden bloom right in the dead of winter. You were so afraid of what you had done, but I told you it was beautiful. I told you that your magic was a gift. I can hear the tenderness in her voice, and I cling to it, trying to steady myself. The storm continues raging but I feel the magic inside me calm a little. "Mom," I whisper, my voice breaking. "I don't want to hurt you.

I wipe my tear with a finger. My mate is such a child; he can be protective, a playful pup, romantic in the wrong place, fearful, and emotional in a day. The rest of my life will never be boring. I saw Acro walking around the two and when she stretched her neck to squint at me, I lifted my thumb. What's more powerful than magic is words—a power that can soften the corrupted heart. Later on, one of the spellbooks levitates and the pages flip on their own.

“At least, I hope am.” “You can do this,” Dominic said encouragingly. “I have confidence in you.” Leesa closed her eyes and tried to turn her vision inward. She began recalling every single bit of magic she had ever used: telekinesis, dream magic, the plant growth spell, illumination, levitation, heat and cold resistance, energy beams, healing. She mentally flipped through them as if she was thumbing through the pages of a book, not stopping at any page. When she reached the end of her list, she returned to the beginning and did it all over again.

somewhere on a closet. In her magic euphoria, the girl spilled an inkwell on her desk. It broke into pieces spilling ink and scattering broken glass. Out of the blue, a broom, a dustpan and a fire poker popped up to start cleaning. That fire poker began to swallow the ink like a hungry fish, and the broom and the dustpan collected the scattered shards all over, so in a few moments nothing seemed to happen. As if by magic, all the mess disappeared. The girl threw herself into bed and smiled. With eyes closed, happier than ever, she said again: “I love magic!”

“Close your eyes.” “What? Why?” “Tsk, you ask too many questions. Just close your goddamn eyes. We’re doing magic.” “Magic?” I said to which she got annoyed. “I don’t have powers, I’m totally normal.” I reasoned, which was true on my account. She groaned. “Yes, you do have powers, idiot. You’re a damn royalty. What princess, who by the way is the daughter of the two most greatest people who created this world, doesn’t have powers?”

I was attractive enough, but fading and content with it. Doctor Scott was correct. My neck was in a bad way. Two ragged rows of spider-like black stitches ran down my neck. Smaller wounds were mending on their own here and there. But it wasn't that that made me gasp. The lady in the mirror was no more than twenty-four years old, and she was much more than merely attractive. Her hair had a stunning white color. Not blonde; pure, snow white with silver flecks here and there. She was skinny, with barely an ounce of fat on her. And what about her face? There isn't a single wrinkle. It couldn't be me; even the childhood scar on my forehead had vanished.

She just has a way of making me feel like everything is right in the world, even when everything around me is starting to resemble a dumpster fire. “Finally, girly. It has been too long and I’m afraid you have suffered.” She holds me at arms length and takes a full perusal of me. “You have overexerted yourself, that is for sure, which is to be expected when doing magic without guidance. First things first, do you have a bracelet for Sierra here?”