Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Novels & Stories

She lifted her eyes and met mine, “When I look at you, I hate myself. You’re everything, I was not. You fought for yourself when I gave up. You still fight when I resigned myself to fate.” She smiled at me, but it was full of pain. Soul-shaking pain. “People say magic doesn’t exist. They don’t know. They lie. Magic exists. I saw it. I felt it. I felt it when I held my daughter in my arms for the first time. It was magic. I know it.” She touched my chest, unbothered by the fact that I was naked.

I know she is a magician. Now I believe in magic. The food she cooks always increases my appetite isn't it magic? The way she smiles makes my day isn't it magic? Whenever she fights with me I don't feel anger but playfulness isn't it magic? Everything is magical around her. I knew I asked her for sometime but the truth is even if she will not find me good enough I'm still not letting her go away from me.

Margot turns back to the mirror, just staring at her reflection – my reflection twice, really. She shakes her head, raising a hand to her cheek and softly touching it like she’s not sure it’s real. “This shouldn’t be possible.” I hesitate. “Why not?” “The magic,” she murmurs, leaning over the sink to inspect her face, turning it this way and that to observe the incredible effects of the spell. “It’s not that powerful. It’s just a little cantrip – a joke spell…”

Irina was amazed, looking at her dress. “Let me see your bleeding hands.” Lucas closed the gap between them. He didn’t need to do anything with her face as the slapping mark had already gone. “Wow…” Irina impressed, looking at her clean hands. “I’m healed.” Smiling weakly, Lucas didn’t dare telling her that her wound healed itself and he did nothing about it but cleaned the blood stain. “I knew it.” Irina exclaimed. “Magic is amazing thing.” Lucas smile turned weaker. “Speaking of magic, why don’t you or Master Nieal scare of me? Why not have me burnt like stories I heard about magic users?”

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

Her eyes sparkled like little stars, her tiny hands clasped together in excitement. "That’s right. It’s a gift for being such a good girl," I said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Shall we get ready for breakfast?" "YES!" She jumped slightly, letting go of me but still bouncing on the balls of her feet, hugging me again quickly. "I have magic. Can you make me pancakes like Mommy again, with magic?" "Anything you want, sweetheart. We can make something even more gorgeous if you like!" I smirked, heading toward the bathroom. "Let’s freshen up first. Do you want to wear the princess dress?"

she asked me back. I nodded "Yes. Who else is our little sister?" I saw Ashtrea face darkened and move her lips to find a words to retort back but sadly, before she could retort back at me. Our little sister appeared in front of us out of thin air. Woah, it is magic. Even if I want to believe, I can't make myself do it. I sighed. There's no magic. "Big Sis. You see, you see" our little sister eyes is sparkling with stars and she excitedly claps both of her hands and jump many times before she finally andbcompletely landed down on her own new bed.

Is this a dream. Then the fireworks show ended so did our kiss... Henry looked away with his red blushing face, "I'll take you back... to your room..." I stuttered still unable to process everything, "Oh.. y-yeah..." Is this all... true? Is this really happening? At long last? I wonder, can you feel this magic in the air, it must've been the way you kissed me...Fell in love when I saw you standing there from our very first meeting... it must've been the way...today was a fairytale...

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

The world feels fragile and new, a place that could belong only to us. I catch myself memorizing the curve of her mouth as she chews, the way sunlight sifts through her black hair like dusted silver. “You brought me here just to feed me?” she asks finally, licking a trace of honey from her thumb. “And to teach.” Her brow arches. “More magic?” “Glamour. The art of being seen—or not—exactly how you wish.” I open my palm; light pools there, a soft gold flicker. She leans closer, fascinated despite herself.