Now You See Me The Second Act Novels & Stories

The second part was coming and like I was made to understand ,that was actually the hardest part. So, the goal was to remain focused as I waited. Cheers and applause tore through the air after the first round, and, against my better judgement, I swerved my head to a certain direction, where Sabrina was at. Unlike before, when our eyes locked for the first time, I as Theus, there was some light in her eyes as she looked at me, this time. And with my wolf's eyes, I tried to read her words, following her lips movements... " Congratulations!" That's what I was able to see.

I stepped forward. Slowly. Like if I moved too quickly… it would vanish. The applause rose again. Louder. Stronger. Warmer. I didn’t look at the audience at first. I couldn’t. Because the moment I did… It would become real. But when I finally lifted my gaze… I saw them. Mrs. Hawthorne… Smiling. Not just proud… Certain. Like she had known this all along. And Grayson… He wasn’t clapping. Not yet.

“Please let me go. I promise I won't let anyone know what I saw. To me, you don't even exist. If you scared I would tell others of your existent, please I won't” She was laughing. She circled me and was making an enchantment. I looked ahead and noticed a table in the middle of the stage. When did the table come to be there? I was perspiring. Everything appeared surreal. Even Nora was nowhere to be found. I thought she said she would join us after her shift? How I'm I site she won't turn against me just like her brother?

“This is the direction we’re taking.” The lights dimmed and the screen lit up, a collage filling every inch of it, and I sat up, intrigued by the bold splash of color. The bold heading first caught my eyes: The Act of Being Kim. And I couldn’t even lie, a slow thrill curled in my chest. However, my skin pricked as I felt eyes on me, and not one to shy away from attention, I welcomed it; however, there was something in that gaze that was uncertain. Like some of them doubted if I could pull it off.

Her solid intense stares were like knives slowly dragging along my skin, it wasn't making my nausea any better. I took a deep breath and did my best to get lost in my character once more. I mentally repeated that she wasn't here and she was locked away someplace far from here. No matter how many times I repeated this statement to myself, I knew she was still here. I heaved a sigh of relief when curtains dropped for intermission after act three. The hustle and bustle was simply a background noise as I paced to and fro backstage with hopes of getting rid of nerves and nausea.

I said with a nod of my head. I grabbed the script tightly in my hands to stop my hands from shaking. Despite preparing myself mentally or this, this scene still disturbed me deeply. It was bad enough when I watched EROS and Doreen act it out together. This was the second time that I’m going to hear this scene being played out so it might be better than the first time around; however, the big difference was that I’m now playing the part of the female lead, Naomi, instead of just sitting by and watching.

Amanda said as she entered the theater, walking towards the stage. "Our dear Miranda finally found her way thirty five minutes earlier than everyone here," Mr. Quinn said sarcastically. "I'm sorry Mr. Quinn, I had a little holdup." Amanda said apologetically "Yeah right." Mr. Quinn shifted his attention from her and yelled "Prospero!Caliban! Go over your lines again. Act one scene two." "Hold-up huh?" "Hey Bridget, I didn't see you there." "What kept you? And you missed the Ariel song. I know you have a predilection for music, you would have love this one." Bridget said leading her backstage

OLIVIA’S POV. “ Clinton!.” I screamed out loud as I watched his cock buried inside her, her legs spread out in a arc over his back. Her moan ceased immediately. He ignored my presence and continue to move his waist in rhythm, banging her loud enough for me to hear. “ Moan for me baby.” Clinton said and spanked her on the ass. “ Clinton Bazzi!.” I yelled. “ Why are you disturbing me, woman?.” He roared and got off her. I watched as the other woman pulled the duvet over her body to cover her nakedness.

Willow wasn't just our manager. She was also George's wife. With her vouching for me, everyone fell into a tense silence. In my previous life, I hadn't been able to make out what was on the screen. This time, I wasted no time. I scrolled through the footage frame by frame. Even though it was nighttime, the ATM lights were still bright. Under the clear, almost daylight-like glow, my face was unmistakably visible. No matter how I looked at it, the person in the footage was undeniably me.

"What does it look like?" He reaches into the drawer next to the stove. Produces an envelope. Sets it on the table. She opens it. Night Two. The original was about power. You held it. I watched it. Both of us pretending the watching meant nothing. For Night Two of the new version: I want to watch you. Not from across a room, from a position of humiliation. Just — watch you. The way I watched you in the Singapore call when you solved section 7.3. The way I watch you at the board table when you're three moves ahead and you're waiting for everyone else to catch up. The way I watch you when you think I'm not watching, in the kitchen, with the coffee you drink while reading the financial section