Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Novels & Stories

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?”

What should have taken her four hours had been completed in four minutes she giggled, ‘Wow Toby that was neat’ He rubbed against her, ‘What’s the point of having magic if you can’t use it to help yourself occasionally?’ She picked him up and carried him back to her room where she spent the next four hours practicing her magic instead of cleaning. It was her sixteenth birthday, not that anyone would be celebrating with her, she knew what they had planned and she shivered pulling the thin blanket closer around her. ‘Do not be afraid little witch, nothing will happen to you. You will not be violated’

She wants me to ask those, but did I want to say them out loud? "No need to pressure yourself so much. It is quite a week you've had." she said weakly. "So can you read minds too?" "Yes, and no. I am a great expression reader. Mind reading is for carnivals and petty magic tricks. You won't find any of that in here." she said slowly turning away from me. "Where are you going? I can help---" but I was cut off my her hand that shot up in the air. "I don't really like being pittied, Ian. Especially in this state." and she wheeled herself away. I didn't say anything nor did I look where she was going. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable as the situation already is.

She pouted and pushed me away from her. She stood up wearing her undies only. Damn. "We could do it here if you want. You look ready for me." I grinned and stood up. She crossed her arms on her chest. "Just one hit? You'll pay for anything I want? Oh you know me when I say shopping." She said and started stretching her legs. I got distracted when she squatted while looking at me. I'm really damned. "Yeah. One hit." I said and cracked my neck. Oh, this will be fun.

she either hadn’t noticed George or was choosing to pretend that she hadn’t, and nods, “Right, yes. I can do a dream-walk with you this evening. I have everything I need with me, and we can get set up later. I also brought you some things my mother ‘cooked’ up this afternoon for you…” She reached over to a cardboard box that she’d put on the island, and puts it in front of Celine. “These should help you heal internally and externally as well as build muscle more efficiently. ‘Magic stuff’!” Celine smirks,

God knows that voice did things to the beating muscle under my rib cage. I've never believed in things most things kids believed in, Santa Claus, the Easter bunny, etc. They never existed to me, until hearing the kids at school talk about the holidays, which were just made up lies their parents would tell them to make them behave. Things that weren't scientifically proven or nonfictional were things Julian wouldn't let us indulge in. But magic, it was real, because Ella's essence was magic, immaculate. Turning around, I saw the girl who lacked flaws, the same girl who glowed as bright as the stars. "Feeling better Lil' one?" I ask as my eyes rake up and down, acknowledging every inch of her

That theory never made sense, not even in the cruelest rumors, and yet somehow she had orchestrated it so flawlessly that people whispered my name like it was a curse. What still gnawed at me was the sheer impossibility of it all. Nerissa had managed to knock me out without my knowledge, arrange the car to ignite at just the right moment, and leave me to wake up in the middle of her grand performance. There was no way she did that on her own. It had magic written all over it. A carefully woven hex, layered so subtly that even I, who had grown up with my fair share of caution, never suspected a thing. I can't believe the thought of her somehow using magic never came into my mind. Not even onc

I open my mouth, and let what comes, come. “What did you mean when you said ‘I see it’s all come to pass?’” She smiles like the cat who got the canary, and I can see the silver tooth in the back of her mouth. I asked the right question. She sets her cup in its saucer with a clink. “Sometimes I wonder if you don’t have a bit of magic in you after all.” She squints at me, brow wrinkling, and then she shakes her head. “Nope. Nothing.”

“Silver?” She nods quickly. “Like moonlight. It’s so cool!” I chuckle under my breath. “Well, that’s new. I didn’t even know I had cool eyes.” “Does it mean you’re magic?” she whispers, like she’s scared to say it too loud. “Maybe,” I say, leaning closer as if sharing a secret. “But don’t tell anyone. Magic doesn’t like noise.” Her mouth forms a small ‘o,’ and she nods seriously. I can’t help it—I laugh, quietly this time, because laughing too hard makes my chest hurt.

Her eyes swirled with lust as she met my gaze once again. "Do you believe in magic, Mr. Bloodstone?" Her voice dropped an octave, and Damn me if her addressing me by my last name wasn't the hottest thing she ever said in this exact moment. "Of course, I believe in magic." She leaned back in her chair, letting out a laugh. "I mean, it is almost Christmas after all, and magic is clearly in the air." Her eyes drifted from mine to the chocolate cake she had somehow forgotten about. She reached for her fork and then scooped up a piece for the cake.