Pitch Perfect The Magic In Me Novels & Stories

He gasped in surprise as his eyes widen in shook. I smiled at him, my most innocent smile and said plainly. "Whatever you want me to be." His lips went slightly twitched upwards and with shaking his head in amusement he walk passed me I pulled him back by his shirt's sleeve he looked backwards in surprise. His dazzling brown eyes fixed on my dark black eyes. His face right in front of me, I could feel his breathing on my face and his heart beat at that time I wished that he could heard mine heart beats because if he did he had knew what I was feeling.

Magic answered magic. She whispered, “You’re mine.” And gods, the smile that overtook my face could’ve lit the sea. My chest swelled, pride blooming in every inch of me. Yes. Yes. I was hers. Finally. I knelt down beside the edge of the pool, just barely keeping my hands from reaching for her again. “Yes,” I said, voice low and reverent. “I am yours… and you are mine. My Queen.” Her pupils flared, emotions flickering through her face like lightning across a storm. But just as quickly as it softened, something clicked in her. Her expression hardened.

She fished out a miniature glass ball from her pocket and whispered to Tom. “Throw this at that black smoke.” Tom nodded, took the little ball, and with all his might, threw it at the black mist. As the ball whisked through the air, Suzanne urgently whispered a small chant. And just as the ball neared the mist, it transformed into a shimmering white net and engulfed the mist. The mist did not struggle. In fact, it looked as if it had given up.

They follow whatever I play and I absorb the energies they emit, their dancing, the hollers, the cheers, I absorb it all. It’s time. This past hour, I’ve been playing music from my Tuesday sets but it’s time to change it up. By a lot. Using Brandy’s seductive voice, I grab the microphone, and speak low and sexy. “What do you guys say about getting down and dirty?” The whole place shakes from how loud the cheers are. It shouldn't be long now. These people who are drunk on booze would soon be drunk on my music. I like to call it a little spell that I cast on them—a little music witchcraft.

There’s no way I will let my Aida do this alone. ~Imogene~ I have to say I was pretty pissed when my seduction attempt didn’t work, but I wasn’t surprised. I just don’t understand what he doesn’t see in me. Besides my looks and body, I’m a master at magic. I can give him whatever look he wants with a flick of my wrist. Maybe once that Aida bitch bites the dust, he’ll be more willing to play ball.

Dorian's P.O.V Imogen’s voice jerked me out of the hurricane in my head. “God, the last time I watched a play was when my cousin did *The Sound of Music* and forgot all the lyrics to *Do-Re-Mi*. He just stood there on stage like a deer in headlights while some other kid had to sing it from the wings. It was so awkward I think my ovaries exploded.” I choked out a laugh, unable to help it, because Imogen was that effortlessly funny. “That’s horrible.”

[New Trial: The Blood Masquerade. [Objective: Perform the 'Dance of Despair' without breaking physical contact.] [Penalty for Failure: Blood Drain (Permanent Stat Reduction).] A haunting, violin-heavy waltz began to play from nowhere. "Willa, stand up," Jaxson said, sliding off her and pulling her to her feet in one fluid motion.

As I closed my eyes one last time, I made a wish. "If there's a next life, I wish to never meet them again."

Damion stared at Coltus for a moment before letting out a growl of frustration. He stooped down and undid the silver cuffs on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. The relief was immediate when I was freed from the burning silver. My magic was starting to sparkly weakly within me. Regrettably, it wasn't enough to do anything, I needed time to regain my strength. But when Damion captured my shoulders again and Coltus took a step toward me with his hand raised, I tried with all my might to struggle against Damion's bruising grip.