I Don't How She Does It Novels & Stories

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.

It is insane how fucking good she is at this. "Why don't you try bleeding for hours and then show your bravery?" She retorted, irked, and it almost, fucking almost pulled a smile of me.

she whіѕреrеd hоаrѕеlу, іf уоu dоn’t know a рlасе we саn hіdе I’m going tо ѕuсk іt right here! Bеfоrе Jim соuld protest she hаd hіm free of hіѕ раntѕ аnd аll he соuld dо wаѕ grаb hеr hair and hаng оn. She trіеd to swallow him аll thе wау dоwn like the gіrlѕ on the videos dіd, but ѕоmе of thе thіng ѕhе hаd ѕееn wеrе harder to do than others.

"So, what happens now?" She peered between the three of them, brows raised, containing the urge to anxiously wring her hands or something equally as telling that she was nervous as hell. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel comfortable showing her apprehension, it was just her go-to reaction to appear unrattled. "Do you have a magic wand? Do we do a little woo-woo dance? Blood sacrifice?" Please don’t be the last one.

In lightning-fast movements, she manages to punch me in the nuts and sends an elbow to my shoulder. Instantly, the combination comes to mind. But that's impossible. Krav Maga? But how would someone like her know how to do that? There was no other explanation. She must be fluent in Krav Maga as well as other forms of martial arts. Proving how badly I'd misjudged her.

she sings as she switches on the hair dryer and starts on my hair. By the time she's done with me, there's no other word for what she did but magic because...it's magical.

Now, however… ‘How did you do that?’ she asks me one night as she practises calling forth her witchlights and I practise making mine into increasingly intricate shapes. She gives a delighted laugh as I send the pair of pink-tinged hummingbirds fluttering in circles around her head. I bite my lip, remembering how her previous iteration had reacted. How did you do that! Same five words, but said in a completely different way. Indignant with injured pride. ‘I’m not sure,’ I tell her. ‘It just felt right.’

Is she one of them? When she saw my reaction, she shook her head. “Oh no, dear. I’m not one of them,” I looked at her in shock. How? How did she know what I was thinking? “I don’t have the ability to read minds,” she added. Wow, that’s awesome. “I’m serious dear. It is just obvious to your face.” Is she serious or just playing with me?

"Pushing herself how?" "She can't stop. I walked into her office the other day and she's got so many bottles of water and cans of diet cola sitting around, papers laying on the desks and the screens constantly lit up, pinboards full but covered, every can and bottle is empty, I don't know if she's eating just as much. She's digging into something though" "Something how?" "No idea. So no, I can't tell you how she is because I don't know. I'd love to know but she's completely shut down"

She only reads for a day before the exam and even on that day, she just glances through her notes and then tells you she is done with reading. You will think she is joking until the exam results come out and she comes out first. I sometimes wondered if it was witchcraft she was performing. "But jokes aside, how do you usually do it because I can't seem to wrap my head about how you do excellently well in exams without having to strain your brain." "It's a secret," she winked and I scoffed. "Really? Then tell me what it is. Hope you haven't forgotten that I am still your best friend?" I reminded her and she laughed so hard.