Got The Magic In Me Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

He bought Laila's favorite necklace in advance, yet when it came to me, he'd only make such empty promises. I bet he'd be delighted after I was gone. He could finally be with Laila. My gaze lingered on Mom, Dad, and Simon before I entered the operating room. When the Dragonbone scalpel sliced open my skin, the last shred of healing ability I had was completely destroyed. The wolfsbane gnawed at my bones and tore my soul apart. I stopped breathing entirely as I reached the end of my life.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed up the porch steps and knocked. For a very long moment, nothing, then, the door slowly opened by just an inch. One green eye, narrow and unreadable, peered through the slit. Then a slow, mocking grin. "Well, well," the voice drawled. "Look who finally crawled back to me." The door creaked open enough to reveal a tall woman in her late fifties. Evelyn Maddox was a beauty that had bloomed into something cold and harsh, like an ice-encrusted diamond left out in the snow.

Once again, as always, her mother blamed her for everything. Diana didn't agree with that. That's why that night she had worn a short silver dress that highlighted every curve of her body, showing off her long, toned legs. Her chocolate-colored hair and green eyes. They made a nice contrast. She was sitting at the bar when the guy she had been most attracted to in college approached her and was now a successful business executive.

I stuttered as I patted her. I looked at my self at the mirror. "You can do it, this is one of the greatest mission in your life you just need to be strong." I encouraged myself as I heaved a sigh of relief. I walked out of the restroom back to the hall and my eyes locked with that if Jayden as I faked my smile and he gave me the coldest glare ever. "I'm going to make sure I dig every secret you have buried years ago, I can't believe I'm getting married to a person who has once been rumoured to be a murderer." I said to myself as I scoffed.

I'm under it's spell and it won't release me until it gets what it wants. I pushed Percy back and climbed over him. Now that the magic had overtaken me, I was no longer dizzy. Percy's eyes widened in surprise, but there was a small smile across his face. His hands gripped at my hips as my hands rested over his chest. I skillfully positioned myself over his erection and slowly slid him deep inside me. It was like a shockwave went off in me. The lust felt like it had multiplied by a hundred.

Inwardly, the mindlink thrummed alive with her voice, low and silken. ‘I have an idea.’ Her mental tone carried the sharpness of mischief and strategy blended into one. ‘Take me closer to Markov. I want him to see. I will let some of my magic free, only enough to catch his attention. He won’t be able to resist it. It’s the perfect snare, and once he’s caught, we will reel him in.’

The spell fights me every step of the way, its resistance growing stronger the deeper I go. Sweat beads on my forehead, and my hands tremble as I weave our collective magic into the spell, forcing it to bend to my will. The strain is almost unbearable, the weight of the magic pressing down on me like a physical force. But I can’t give up. Not when we’re this close. Maerilee is counting on me. “Permiton,” Maerilee says softly, her voice a lifeline in the chaos. “You can do this. We’re all here for you.”

That’s what her followers brag about her eyeliner anyway. “I overheard what you said to Freddie, are you sure you want to quit? You’d practically be handing your job over to me…You give up to easily you know that? What fun is it when my main competition has decided to quit on me? So here is what you are going to do you are going to turn around right now and you are going to march your ass back into Freddie’s office. You are going to beg him for your job back. You are the only true competition I have, and I will not let you leave Model Perfect until you say yes. You are too good at what you do. You are a talented model.”

The Pitch was the most sort after PR firm by brands, struggling politicians, and A-list celebrities. I had carefully created a persona as the elusive, mysterious CEO who abhorred the limelight despite working in PR. Surrounding myself with the right staff that was young, vibrant, and exceptional at their job had made mine infinitely easier. I had achieved a level of success I had never dreamt of and had more money than I knew what to do with, especially for someone who was formerly homeless. I never let the origin of the capital money bother me; I considered it repatriation for all the shitty and horrible things David had done to me.

Effortless, magnetic, timeless. The song was such a feel-good anthem that Freya couldn’t help but wave her bouquet and encourage everyone to sing along as they wrapped up their entrance. ~ “You're over my head, I'm out of my mind Thinking I was born in the wrong time It's love on rewind, everything is so throwback-ish I kinda like it how ya— Out of my league, old school chic Like a movie star from a silver screen You're one of a kind, living in a world gone plastic…” ~