Majo No Tabitabi Novels & Stories

With nothing to do and wanting to repay Guilherme's help, Tábata decided to clean the house. She wasn't much of a cook, and with her advanced pregnancy, finding a new job seemed impossible at the moment. So, organizing the house and causing as little inconvenience as possible during her stay would at least show how grateful she was.

"No flirting with me. No lingering glances, no accidental touches, and no late-night trips to the kitchen in your underwear. Am I clear?" A startled laugh escaped Javed’s lips before he could stop it. "Flirting with you? You’re the one who trapped me against the counter last night!" Martin didn't smile. He didn't even blink. His expression remained deadly serious, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he stared Javed down. The sheer gravity in his eyes sent a sudden, violent pulse racing straight to Javed’s core. The air in the room instantly grew heavy, thick with the unsaid truth: Martin wasn't making the rule because he was annoyed. He was making the rule because he was terrified of his own lack

Consuela asked to clarify she didn’t head wrong. “Uhm. Yea. That is what he said.” Tabby replied and also took a bite of the rice dish on her plate to only give a startled reaction to the dish. Tabitha looked at her twin sister’s expression, looked at the rice dish she hadn’t begun, and with a foreboding feeling, took a bite, only to become startled. Was this the Spirit rice she brought back from the Small World? She then looked at the two ordinary women enthusiastically enjoying the rice dish. ‘What will happen to Mom and Consuela consuming Spirit Qi within the rice? Tabby knows it’s the rice as well. I thought I hid it from Consuela.’

Uhm… I just wanted to understand everything that happened last night better,” I whispered, even though I knew that was only half true. Lucian smiled. He pushed off the shelf and walked toward me, he felt close enough that I could smell the faint scent of aged paper and something darker, like midnight rain. “Very well, little librarian. But there are rules. Each book you choose will manifest its story through me. The words you read aloud become sensations on your body. The pleasure is real. It can make you moan, tremble, even come undone. But there is no lasting harm… unless you stay past the final chime too often.”

Bisila replied with a nod. "Show her to her room and around the house, Matilda. I’ll have some new clothes sent to her shortly." "Of course, sir," Matilda replied, nodding. "Behave yourself, Bisila," Mr. James added with a grin. "Yes, *captain*," she said with a mock salute, earning a chuckle from both him and Matilda.

My heart breaks for Tabi, I've never had a mate and I know Witches don't have mates but they do have their Chosen and makes a bond of their own magically. Tabi releases me and looks at me with tears in her eyes " how do you know of my Teo " " I saw him, I saw you and others in a vision, in a war with the Reapers Nation " " she had a vision, after looking in the book, so that explains why the book was blank, it manifested to her as a vision but now the words are back "

I paused. "But before I get the band, let's torment them with my own powers first." I completed and I laughed evily with the sound of my laughter resounding in the whole palace. "I'd be the only great one. I'd control everything. Everyone would be under my rule." "The real war has just begun." I roared. TBC... Quick question guys: Sage says he isn't with the band. Megan on the other hand, as well, discovered the band is missing. Then, who is with the band? Who is the unknown mole and spy? Share your views, guys. Love y'all 💞💞

"It's just, it's stupid. "Nothing you can tell me is stupid baby. What's wrong?" Naudia sighs. "I- I have never been with a highschool boy before, so I don't know if they can satisfy me or not." She pauses and whispers the last part. "I have never been with anyone before."

* Lara felt a tremor run through her entire body. Calleb raised his hand. He did not touch her face. Instead, his fingers hovered near her neck, almost touching the skin, tracing the line of her dress's neckline in the air, a centimeter above the fabric. It was a gesture of possession more intimate and terrifying than any grip. "Do you understand now?" His voice was a thread of cutting silk. "There is no Tiago. There is no party. There is no normality. There is the work. And there is this. Our understanding. Everything else is background noise."

JAY'S POV The cold, vintage red wine stung my eyes as it ran down my forehead, dripping off the tip of my nose and soaking straight into the collar of my white shirt. The quiet murmur of the high-end restaurant died down instantly, replaced by horrified gasps from neighboring tables. I sat completely frozen in my chair, staring up at Sasha as she slammed the empty glass onto the tablecloth. "You are an absolute embarrassment, Jay," Sasha hissed, her voice cutting through the silent room like a blade. "Look at you. You are a pauper. You cannot even afford the bare minimum for a woman like me."