For My Next Trick Novels & Stories

She finished singing, but the small crowd seemed oblivious. “ Is it that bad?” I wondered aloud. I had never sung in front of a crowd before, but my voice shouldn't be that bad. I mean, this body had learned music before, and I could easily distinguish tunes. How could I be tone deaf? They continued staring at me, and I suddenly felt shy under their gaze. “ My beautiful Elder sister, I know you can sing!” Little Cree ran up to me. I wasn't expecting it, so I stumbled back a little, but luckily, my martial arts training helped me maintain my balance.

I could hear the faint hum of the air conditioning struggling to keep up and the distant thump of bass from the main stage where someone else was rehearsing. But then an idea clicked into place, and I felt myself relax. A slow smile spread across my face. "You know what? You have nothing to worry about, Nessa. You know when I perform, the world stops and stares. I'll just practise my old moves here, the basic stuff. But tomorrow?" I paused, letting the confidence seep into my voice. "Tomorrow I'll bring out the badass moves I've been saving. The ones nobody's seen yet."

Grabbing onto his arm firmly I flipped him and he landed on his back with a thud. "Looks like you've got a bit more to catch up on, buddy." I whispered cheekily as he sent me a shocked glance. "How did you do that?" he grumbled as he picked himself up. "I didn't even feel you grab me, it happened so fast." "Practice. You can do it too, I've seen you do it in training. You've just got to do it often enough to do it that quickly. There's not really a trick to it." I explained.

“Yes. So you use the whore example because you know it will get a reaction, and off-balance people are easier to beat in an argument.” If you’re going to show someone how a magic trick works, you have to show them all the way, even if it means they won’t be impressed by your disappearing rabbit anymore. “Yes. Once you’re tilted, you’re much easier to manipulate.” “Bit risky telling me that, isn’t it?”

No sooner did I near the pool did I see a pretty girl doing laps and she was fast, too. Luckily for me, it wasn't the same, poor girl that I harassed before so I had a clean slate here. I kept my eyes on her while I set my towel down on the table and took off my sandals. I then held my hand up, creating a small can of minty breath spray out of thin air to spritz a couple times into my mouth. I then made it disappear just as quickly as it had showed. I smirked and raised an eyebrow, impressing myself with how slick that was. I was getting pretty good with my powers.

He nodded his head in understanding and added, "I can help you get back to sleep. I know of a trick." I wasn't sure whether I should believe him. He seemed sincere but how could I truly know? "Do you really or are you making this up? I don't like being fooled." "I'm not making this up. This is a real trick," Dax told me in an honest way. I sat there as he got up and went to go make something. He motioned for me to close my eyes and said, "Keep them closed until I say to open them." "How can I trust you not to try any funny business?"

So I grow a little cocky grin on my face. "What is next?"

The cringy looked like someone I could take down. Probably I will get hurt or probably I will get overpowered. At least I will go down fighting. I adjusted my leg, centred my attention and aim, and with all my power, I slammed my right leg between his legs where the sun does not shine. Trick worked. He immediately doubled over in pain, and his hand left my throat. I took that as an opportunity and sprinted away from there immediately without taking a breath. I had barely taken one step forward when Vix, the cringy, thin man shouted,

Looks like I'll have to attend that beach party after all. I took the partnership document from his desk. “Where are you going?… Done talking?” he said. “Yes. I just realized you're completely useless at this matter,” I said, walking toward the door. My heels were high and my injured knees screamed with every step. I didn’t fall to the ground this time, but as I stormed out of the office and into the corridor, I accidentally kicked a delicate, ornate antique model van displayed on a pedestal near the private security desk. It broke with a sharp, sickening crunch.

I closed my gaping lips and swallowed hard. “Next time you don't need to play these petty tricks…”