My Romance With A Magician นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the professor reprimanded him. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” he assured the professor and apologized to the rest as well. But when he looked back again at the tower, he can no longer see them as his vision came back to normal and to cast the spell again has a certain amount of cool down before he can recast it. He knows exactly what he felt the moment he witnessed the interaction between Earth and Lark. It was jealousy. The moment the class ended he went straight to Earth, however, it seem like he was lost.

I asked "Because the human heart always fall in love, no matter how hard your heart it, someone will definitely emerge to soften it up one day and when that happens to you, I am gonna remind you that I told you so." "Trust me, it won't happen to me, I've spent my years ignoring girls and focusing on my ambition and it will continue that way" I said. "Let's make a bet then, if you ever fall in love with a girl, you owe me a trip any country of my choice." "And if I don't?" I asked. "I'll take you shopping?" "No you'll also sponsor my trip to any country of my choice" I said "Deal" she said. "You should start saving up money to take me on a trip" I said and she scoffed.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Fifteen 🦋 My eye were close shut but after I didn't get any kiss from him, I open my eye and saw him staring at him. "What were you thinking" he use his finger to wipe the ice cream on my lips and lick it before he poke my nose making me squeak. "That hurt" I said rubbing my nose. "You are really dirty minded" he teased and I roll my eye and step away from him angrily. "Don't be mad at me you, weren't actually expecting me to kiss you"a smirk form on his lips and I knew he was playing me.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

I think of Roman, the mess, the magnetism, the ache. The way he looks at me like he’s trying to rewrite me and read me all at once. Operah must see something flicker across my face because she tilts her head slightly. “You’re thinking about someone.” I hesitate. “Maybe.” “Complicated?” “The most.” Maggie smirks. “The ones who haunt your peace are usually the ones you can’t forget in bed.” The room goes quiet for a beat, not awkward, just charged. “I don’t know if it’s that,” I say softly. “It’s more… like he’s carved into the rhythm of me somehow. And I can’t decide if I want him gone or closer.”

How was that going to make me feel better? She smiled mischievously. “Right, you're not a fan of dark romance books so you've never read one. Your story is literally a plot out of a Mafia Dark romance; Mafia Don kidnaps girl, girl falls in love with Mafia Don, they live happily ever after. The end.” She said. “I'm not going to fall for…him.” I hesitated at the end. Big mistake. Margie took advantage of it like a predator striking its prey. “Oh my God! You already are, aren't you?” She asked with a childlike squeal.

The trap of youthful romance that made her believe that all promises could come true. Unfortunately, they could not. Fate had many ways to speak. It silenced all desires and hopes in a thousand languages. “Luc.” A haze covered Velia's vision, obscuring the bitter reality she had once tasted. Lucas exchanged it. He replaced the bitterness with something akin to honey. Sweet and addictive. In the form of their lips meeting again. Lucas's dominance took shape. Through his firm touch and enticing darkness. He captured Velia's femininity in submission. More than just helplessness. The fortress Velia had built in seven years seemed useless when faced with Lucas.

That way, I'll know that I misjudged you and your intentions. She rose to her feet to leave but Vicky suddenly held her hand. "Cara Smith," she said, looking up at her with cool eyes. "You're right, I am a crazy bitch, but my life is falling apart right now and I can't take this much pain. "I don't know how to process what I'm going through right now but Romeo, he... He's the only one who's filled with so much magic. He heals me with just a single touch, you can't really expect me to give that away, can you?"

The gesture was meant to be grounding, but all it did was leave me hollow. The door clicked shut, leaving the house too quiet again. My books were still spread wide open in front of me, but none of the words on the page held. I stared down at them, pulse skipping every time I replayed Maverick’s smirk, his voice. “You’d be bored without me,” he said finally, standing. I scoffed, not daring to look at him. “In your dreams.” But my smile betrayed me, lingering even after he sauntered out. I stayed there with the books open, the ink bleeding into meaningless shapes, and admitted silently to myself that maybe he was actually right.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't touch them... tonight. In fact, I think they need to touch each other." I flipped over, and the room started to spin. Mag had broken my eye socket so severely that it was messing with my head. I was sure that was on purpose. I stuttered, "No, Mag, I'll do anything... anything." Deirk was beside himself. He jumped up and fell on his knees in front of Mag. "I will do as you please, master. Whatever you want. Anything, please don't touch them." Mag cut him off with a cruel laugh. "While the offer is tempting... I never said I was going to touch them. I said they were going to touch each other."