Got The Magic In Me Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

"You can't resist. Come, Henry. Come find me." My legs moved without permission, each step an agonizing betrayal that sent panic skittering through my chest. The instinct to resist screamed in my mind, but the magic's hold tightened with every step, making me feel like a puppet dancing on frayed strings, helpless and afraid. Invisible threads of magic coiled around my muscles and dragged me forward against my will. Each step dragged me toward the door, my will splintering with every footfall. I gripped the doorframe, forcing myself to stop. My breath came in short gasps, sweat beading on my forehead.

It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials. "We did it..." I whisper, smiling brightly at Lucy. "We summoned items straight from IKEA!" Lucy smiles back. "This only works when you trust the other person entirely—thank you for letting me borrow your powers." "Wait, I can still use magic, right?" Laughter rolls off his tongue. "Yes, I didn't steal your abilities! I only borrowed some energy." "Phew," I giggle. "I don't know what I would do if I lost my magic!"

♡ Jacob ♡ There is nothing like getting high on your victory . The adrenaline filled rush was coursing in my body and seeping through my pores like I had been electrocuted by live wires . Yet despite the addictive energy pumping through me isn't enough to drown down Shutton's annoying ass and a certain red head who kept shuffling in and out of my mind every now and then . Seth who marked the last touch down was grinning like a fool as he threw his arm around my shoulder " Honestly man , that step over play was lit as fuck , Tell me mon chéri , how exactly did you know to play it off like that ? It worked so well !"

My usual straight blonde hair was done up in beach-style curls that made my face look a lot less round. “Oh, wow. You’ve almost changed me into a different person,” I said in awe as I gazed in the mirror. “It is my finest work yet, I must say. Now, let’s go show you off and get some concession stand popcorn!” “I hope you enjoy that, save some for me.” I grabbed my gym bag and headed off to the field to get ready. While everyone was warming up on the side of the field, I kept my eyes open for Jake and his teammates, hoping he would be able to notice me before the game began and the sweat stripped my makeup.

Gavin continued. "So, ladies. Do you have anything to say?" Mr. Lawrence asked. "I just made the email. I honestly don't have any idea what they were going to do with it. Please. I need this job." Michaela said almost in tears. Ms. Gomez heaved a deep breath and then looked at me and Gavin.

She's adored by all and sundry and her success is, mind-blowing but she still gets the most backlash, after all, people felt she got everything on a platter of gold courtesy of her mother being a very popular face. "You guys would be surprised to hear that the girl is a psycho real life. No, she's more of a witch than a psycho." Sophia's words piqued Aminah's interest again and she turned to look at her. "But she looks like an Angel in all her pictures and how she nailed all her roles. Forget her look in this shoot you guys did. She's..."

All that matters to me right now is Blake. I put my palm to his heart, feeling his heartbeat to make sure I was not dreaming. What magic has he had on me that I could not get out of this spell. He was heaven-sent, a prince in my fairytales, the paint in my canvas bringing vibrant colors to my dull life.

“Exactly. I like quiet.” She smiled at that, then pressed her hand against his chest. “You built quiet. You earned it.” That evening they cooked together—or tried. Lisa dictated instructions from the couch while Grey pretended to follow them. “You’re not measuring,” she said. “I’m spiritually measuring.” “That’s not a thing.” “It is if you believe in chaos magic.” “Oh, God.” The end result was edible, surprisingly. They ate on the couch while an old sitcom flickered on TV, laughter canned and harmless.

she pouted. Before he could answer, his phone rang. He stepped away to take the call, his voice low, his back to her. Deli’s eyes followed him, her mind drifting. Her heart tugged. Was this real? Was all her pain finally over? Everything felt too perfect… and that scared her. Whenever life got this good, something always seemed to happen to ruin it. Still, she told herself, she would enjoy this moment. When Chase returned, she searched his face. “Everything okay?”