I Don't Know How She Does It Novels & Stories

I told her like I am telling her a trivia. She nooded . " I know". and she relaxedly sip her coffee. I raised my eyebrow at her . How did this brat know? Is she hiding something from me ?

I know it's not good. How does she knows to this much about me? .

“Did you get any special training on how to heal the sick? Your father did not mention any of that to me.” “Oh!” She was quiet for some time, then she chuckled. “I did not get any special training I did not go to any school to learn how to heal the sick, I somehow managed to learn it on my own. I can't only save someone from a seizure, I know how to use herbs to cure several illnesses, a lot of them.” She said excitedly.

I mumbled. She squinted at me for pretty good 2 minutes. It was becoming suffocating with her stare. "Uh, what?" I asked. "Well, aren't you trying to dodge my question? You think I wouldn't know that huh? I'm the master at dodging questions and distracting from the topic I don't wanna speak of but playing a UNO reverse card on me, yeah no that doesn't work with me." Wow... she figured it out. Looks like she ain't fully dumb or just pretends to be dumb.

she said and due to that, I had already forgotten that I had been thinking about shagging her and this was the chance to ask her what I had in mind. We were still floating on air above the canopy and we were moving south of where we were. “How are you able to do all this?" I asked her. “Frankly speaking, aunt taught me how to control the elements and I think what I am doing here is controlling air and it's taking us where I want. But how I am able to do that is still a mystery. It is like I slept without any knowledge of magic and then woke up with all this knowledge as if I had been learning for years.

She is very terrified , she don't know how many things she have to handle first this case then Abeer. Preview:- How can you be so relaxed ?

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.

I don't know how. I don’t know how I make the visions happen or control when they do.' She pouts petulantly, looking so much younger than her seventeen years. 'Sometimes I have dreams, about people I don't know, sometimes I see things inside my head I don't understand. But I don't know how to do it on request, or how to do it for specific things.' She scrunches up her nose, a sheer look of despair on her face. A sense of disappointment that she won’t be able to bargain with me if she can’t do it.

I explained to her, my tone patient. Venita's eyes widened with a hint of disbelief. "You want to do her hair? Do you even know how to do that?" she inquired. "I want to do Sasha's hair. I know how to do it," I replied calmly. "How did you learn to do so?" she asked, her voice lowered in curiosity. It was a valid question. One I hadn't anticipated, but I couldn't reveal my hours spent watching YouTube tutorials on styling a child's hair after I learned about having a child. It wasn't something I was willing to admit to anyone.

, he said, snapping his fingers. " Woah, just woah. But wait a minute, how did she perform the spell? What ingredients did she use? What spell in question did she even use? Was it black magic or some other kind of spell that was more powerful? How did she even do it? How was she able to harness the power of the moon?" I was almost running out of breath. " Slow down young lady, you might pass out at this rate". " I just want to know how she did it", I was looking into his eyes, hoping that would register the fact that I was being serious.