Got The Magic In Me Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

She crossed her arms, as if sizing Maggie up once more, but this time, there was no skepticism, only recognition. Maggie, for all her usual composure, couldn't quite hide the small flicker of pride that passed through her expression. She lifted her chin slightly, though her voice remained even. "I’ve been practicing. It helps that magic is instinctive for me. It just... listens." Her fingers twitched at her side, as if she could call forth her power with just a thought, and I had no doubt she could. It was effortless for her in a way that sometimes made me envious, though I’d never admit it aloud.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Minerva. It reminds me of how much I have given yo-” “Given me what?” I ask when he pause but I shake it off, “I will pass my energy to you and you’re going to use that to break these bars.” “You sound scared,” As he says this he turns to me and I push him back to face the direction I want him to. “I don’t sound scared, I should sound scary.” Reaching out to my magic, I pull it out and direct it to him. My fingers tingle as magic pass through it and I watch him groan out, the silver and iron bars crack in his hands and he pulls them out with little effort.

Magic answered magic. She whispered, “You’re mine.” And gods, the smile that overtook my face could’ve lit the sea. My chest swelled, pride blooming in every inch of me. Yes. Yes. I was hers. Finally. I knelt down beside the edge of the pool, just barely keeping my hands from reaching for her again. “Yes,” I said, voice low and reverent. “I am yours… and you are mine. My Queen.” Her pupils flared, emotions flickering through her face like lightning across a storm. But just as quickly as it softened, something clicked in her. Her expression hardened.

I knew I sounded harsh right then, but I couldn't stop myself. I'd scored 626 on the National College Entrance Exam—200 points above the undergraduate cutoff—yet I couldn't get into college now. Nicole swayed where she stood, and her tears fell even harder. "Fi, don't blame Preston. I begged him… I was just too scared to lose you. Your grades are so good. Once you get to college, you'd definitely make new friends. I was afraid you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore…"

And all the while, he still buzzed with the powerful wash of concert energy, a vortex of sweet, thrumming power that I could almost taste like the sugary fizz of soda. "Tell me," I said, swallowing my pride, "what in all the worlds you mean by that." "Magic is getting impatient with you, princess." Sy's knowing smile made me want to slap him. "You came into this plane and then ignored it like some senseless mortal. Was it out of pride that you could do just as well without it? Rise on talent alone? Nevermind, don't tell me. Either is as naive as it sounds. But the moment you opened yourself up to a true, meaningful spell—or however you rescued that poor child in distress and then went viral

PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES! “MATE!” I shouted as it hit me like a ton of bricks as she smiled, giggling as she offered her hand to me. Fuck, her smile makes my heart burst. I want to make her smile every day. And her giggle is what angels sound like. I want to hear it for the rest of my life. I managed to pull an arm free, reaching out, hoping to the Goddess that this was real or as real as things in my mind can be. And then our fingers brushed, and it was true magic.

That was good to know because I had yet been able to come up with a plan of action to get my blood and magic into him. Fuck. Shit. This was really happening… Would I actually be able to do this? Was I really the best person for the job? What if I choked and fucked everything up? Mom placed her hands on my shoulders and squeezed just enough to break me out of the waves of doubt. There was nothing but understanding in her eyes. “Do you know why you are the perfect person for this?” she asked me. I shook my head, curious to know her answer. Often times, we could not see ourselves clearly. Sometimes it took an outside perspective to bring us some clarification that we could understand.

Locked away. "Congratulations to us," I said. I forced myself to say it. It was obvious Rebecca wanted me to say something. She was waiting. Watching. "Yes, congratulations." Her smile got wider. "Congratulations on using magic to convince Kael to play the game. You did well." I was shocked. "Magic? What are you saying? I don't even have magic." "Yes, you don't. Not yet." She walked closer to me. "But soon." She stopped in front of me. Her eyes were cold.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” “This feels like exactly the kind of thing I should be embarrassed about,” I growled. And yet the feeling refuses to go away. “Do you want me to make it go away?” My head whipped around so fast I heard my neck crack. “What?” There was no amusement in his tone now. His gaze was deadly serious as it met mine. “You said it won’t go away, do you want me to help?” Oh goddess I said it out loud. I stumbled over my words, panic gripping at my chest. “Aetrix said only your mate can make it better,” was the only response I could manage.