Little Magacal Piya Mga Nobela at Kwento

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

She interrupted him and turned back to me, smiling sweetly. "Hello, dear, I'm Maggie but my close people call me Maggs. And of course, I give you full permission to call me Maggs as well because you're so beautiful and I think I've seen you in papers so you're beautiful and a celebrity. I'm the owner of this place so from today onwards whenever you come here, I'll serve you personally and you'll have a special discount as well. And if you need t-"

I hugged Maggy, she was my Dad's former secretary who's working here now. "What brings you here?" She asked, looking at my dress. "Your brother won't like that killer dress." She whispered. "Opps really?" I acted shocked and laughed with her. "Ms. Jessy, can we have a photo with you?" Engineer Castro asked. "Sure, Engineer Castro." I said and fixed my hair. Maggy volunteered to take the photo. One of the Engineers gave her a cellphone. "Okay smile." Maggy said. My smile faded when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

It's a bunch of Jason's loser friends. "Jackpot!" One of them yells. "Ignore them," Jason says while trying to hide the smug on his face which is as a result of his equally broke friends hyping him up. Maggie, Gianna's best friend, who's also sitting among the guys winks at Gianna. Maggie is actually dumb, it's no surprise she actually believes the "I own the house" lie which one of the guys also told her. Maggie is a sweet soul and Gianna loves her but she can be extremely stupid. Then again, Maggie's parents are so rich that she doesn't have to hold an intellectual conversation her entire life.

After hundreds of more rituals carried out, sacrifice animals slaughtered, prayers said, candles burnt the family decided enough was done from them and it was time to take a bread, wait for the results. Magdalena got pregnant again, for the fourth time. This time she did not lose it and gave birth to a baby girl…The family said before that gender didn't quite matter first, but…the girl had a facial defect and even more horrifying than Magdalena's aunt, Tamia did have.

*Maggie* The roar of the crowd shakes the tent sides as Emal transforms into his massive white elephant. Ginger looks tiny next to him as she crawls onto his trunk. The crowd goes wild as she stands and puts both hands up. Emal walks around the ring twice before going to the center and going up on his hind legs.

"Oh, leave that to me. I have something else I need you to do." "Anything for you, boss" "Look up Cateri na Russo for me. She's a stripper at Napoli Royale Casino." "Anything special about her?" "Oh, There is, alright. There is."

I say slowly hoping he understands. You know I used this as an excuse forgetting it was actually that time of the month. Nico still stares at me confused, still not getting what I mean. "I'm on my period" I say flatly staring at him in a way that says 'I dare you not to understand this' Realization flashes across his face as his lips is shaped in an 'oohh' , then his face goes red. Domenico Perez the mafia don is blushing? Why? Because I mentioned the word 'period'?

Please pass my thanks on to your Shifter friend along with his share of the cookies. Thankyou again, Maggie. Feeling irritated, I grab the plate of chocolate chip cookies and take it to my room. My bed is freshly made and waiting for me. I quickly change into my unicorn pyjamas and climb in under the blankets. I settle in to watch N*****x for a bit while I eat my cookies and try and forget the general stupidity of men. Or at least of one man in particular. My relaxation doesn't last long because I get a text. It's from Megan.

“Of course not. You’re supposed to take it literally. You get your game face on. You stare hard at the back of the boy’s head and whisper to yourself repeatedly: Pag lumingon ka, akin ka (If you turn your head, you’re mine). Like a mantra. Like a love spell.” “Tita,” says Mikaela, seated next to Kate, “wouldn’t that be creepy?” “What? Creepy? No!” Mrs. Montemayor says. “Okay, yeah, maybe. A little.” She laughs like a hyena. “But one thing I can tell you, girls, is it’s really effective. That’s how I got Grace’s dad, you know. Not at a university entrance exam but at a mixer. You know what that is? A mixer? We were doing the Macarena.”