I Don't How She Does It Novels & Stories

She rolled up the sleeves of her tank top slightly, exposing more ink on her arm, and reached beneath the cabinet with a confidence that suggested she had done this before. “You know how to fix it?” I asked. “No,” she said honestly. “But I know how to look like I know what I’m doing, which is basically the same thing.” I stood there awkwardly holding her coffee while she twisted something beneath the sink. Every few seconds, she muttered to herself under her breath, and every time she shifted, her shoulder brushed lightly against my leg. “You can stare, by the way,” she said after a moment. I blinked. “What?”

Not long after, I felt movement at my side. Her body pressed close, soft and warm, arms locking tightly around me. The urge to vomit burned in my throat, but I forced it down and rolled away swiftly. "It's too hot," I said coldly. Her hand froze midair. I could feel she was in a good mood tonight. For her to initiate a hug—this was the most intimate gesture she'd shown me in years. But she didn't press further. Instead, she tucked the blanket neatly around me, then turned and reached for her phone.

Aiden asked her. Holding her head high, she chuckled. “Why do that, when I can do this?” She flicked her hand in the air and a shocked expression crossed her face when nothing happened. She tried it again and again, and seeing that the result was still the same, she tried it with the other hand. Yet, nothing happened.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ “How do you do it?" I blink up at Winter, caught off guard by her question. “Do what?" “Like…” She raises her palm up, shrugging her shoulder as she does. She looks a little sheepish, like she’s embarrassed for whatever her observation is. “How do you keep up this image without ever breaking it?”

I assured her and she nodded innocently as my face reflected her smile. “Now tell us, was it you? Umm.. let’s change the question, how did you do that?” I said and I waited for her response, it not less than a miracle that she is able to do that, it’s an impossible thing for a human-like her. This girl is really extraordinary.

"What do you mean?" "You should have seen the show she put on today." She said, gesturing dramatically. "She asked us first if we were able to use our magic to change the candle lights. It isn't something that most of us could do, especially with so many candles hung high up on the ceiling. It would burn away our magic and leave us extremely tired. But she did it within a minute." "Really?" The man expressed, intrigued. "She acted shocked that none of us knew how to do that." She spat on the floor. "How can she be this shameless when she got her power from slutting around?"

Her answer comes slow, unhurried, and without emotion: “No one. I learned by watching.” I blink. I don’t know why that surprises me. It shouldn’t. But it does. “You learned by watching,” I repeat. “And now you… know instinctively.” She shrugs, almost imperceptibly. “I pay attention.” That… that irritates me. Not because it’s defiance. Not because it’s clever. But because it’s absolute. Total. Unreadable. She doesn’t try to charm me. Doesn’t try to manipulate me. She simply exists and observes. And that… unsettles me.

don't push her Talon, this is her show, don't push, don't push. I tried pulling her up my body after she'd spent five minutes tonguing me from top to bottom with my balls cupped in her hand. "Uh uh, I'm not done yet..." "Babe I'm pretty sure you've done all to my cock that you can..." She rubbed one of her hard nipples against my cock head and I almost blasted off right then and there. What the fuck, where did she learn to do this shit? fucking how-to videos, were they trying to kill me or what?

I asked her and she shook her head dramatically. "Well chef Mendez, I'm just being shocked on your behalf. By the time you see this, you are going to be more shocked than I am right now. You need to tell me your secret and how you do all these things. Tell me what's the secret?" She asked me and I chuckled as I looked at her with so much amusement. I don't even have the slightest clue what she's talking about. Has she suddenly gone mad? She makes me want to laugh, this is hilarious.

When they saw her, they ran towards her, with their microphones stuck out, and talked at the same time, which meant she didn't understand a single word. She enters and closes the door, and the journalists knock insistently. - Fuck, I can't go to Saphira's house, or they'll follow me and find out where she lives. – She picks up the phone – Saphira? She just cries at the other end of the line.