Strange Magic I'll Never Fall In Love Again Novels & Stories

"You don't easily for in love, do you?" "No," I replied briskly. I can never fall in love again, not after it took me to the back room and beat me black and blue. His eyes left the papers and focused on me. I saw them squint at me in a bit of confusion and recognition. My eyes fluttered and dropped on the dark spruce desk. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

I just want to live in the moment and I didn't want to think of love, trust or forever. “What is it?” Jade asked concerned when she saw my forced smile. “I don't know about us going far, I'm just giving this a try. As much as I enjoy what I feel around him, I don't think I'll put my heart out there to be broken again.” I explained to her.

I have lost myself in the pleasure of his presence and closed my eyes to feel the moment when I heard something that just tore my eyes with fresh hot tears, "I am sorry, Amara. I am really very sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Yep, it was a plan to become friends with you and seek advantage of your intelligence as you were the God damn topper of the class. It was a plan that I made with my friends but trust me, Falling in love was not a plan. Yes, Amara... I love you. " He chuckled.

“I commend you for showing me your true self before I allowed myself to fall in love with you. Thank you for saving me from a fate worse than death.” As she hurried to her room, she sighed with relief that he didn’t try and stop her. When she entered her room and slammed the door, the tears flooded her eyes while cries of agony wracked her whole body. Never had she wore her feelings on her shoulders before, and never would she do it again. She’d practically begged for his love, only to have him cut her chest open with a knife and crush her heart. She would never sink to that level again. From now on, she would control her life and not let other people trample on her.

" With that, he set down the parfait and left. I stared at the closed door. Not a single tear had fallen. My phone vibrated. It was a message from my assistant. [Miss Isabella, everything has been sold.] The time to leave had come. Late that night, I removed the wedding ring from my finger, the symbol of a five-year joke, and left it inside the safe together with a signed divorce agreement. Then I uploaded a scheduled video to Instagram and tossed my phone into a corner of the room. I sent the maid at my door away, telling her I wanted her to grind me a cup of coffee before picking up the lighter from the table.

His hair disordered. The house was silent. But his mind wasn’t. “Nathan, I don’t love you anymore.” Her voice echoed in his head. Again. And again. And again. He shifted restlessly on the couch, his brows tightening. “I don’t love you anymore.” The words grew louder, clearer. Suddenly he jerked upright violently, losing balance and falling hard onto the floor. The bottle slipped but he still clutched it. “Charlie,” he breathed, his voice shaking.

“Vivian has a bad temper, so I’m taking her on a one-week vacation to help her relax. Tell the doctor to postpone your surgery until I get back.” Whenever Vivian threw a tantrum, he would shower her with tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation. However, when it came to me, even his apology amounted to a pathetic fourteen dollars and three cents. He still tried to romanticize it, claiming that the amount did not matter. It was the thought that counted. Those numbers had special meanings and it was his special kind of love for me. I used to believe nonsense like that. However, now I understood — follow the money and one would find where the love really was.

I like it, it feels more like him. Giovanna’s face becomes serious and she lays her hands on either side of my neck over the collar, her eyes close and she begins to chant words of magic designed to nullify the collar, I can feel it buzz like it is about to work and then just fizzle out. After a few tries she frustratedly steps back, inspecting me, her eyes narrow as she looks at the jewel on the front. She leans back in and gasps “That’s no jewel it’s blood!” Shit! It makes sense now, that’s where my magic has gone, “Damian’s blood it’s absorbing it.” I whisper almost to myself.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this speech and it was going really bad anyways... I just want to— I have to make a confession. I want to confess that I'm a liar, I was a shitty person, a shitty friend to the one person who would always have my back no matter what. I betrayed your trust, your love, I betrayed you. And I'm so sorry. I cannot express enough how much I have missed you since the day you said you were done with me. I'm so sorry for all the things I did and I can't tell you how much I love you. I don't care anymore. But I want to tell you guys that I fell in love in this place, I fell in love a little when I watched this person walk in the hallways with that huge radiant smile, always smil

“Focus on our bond and the strength of my love.” She nods and takes another deep breath, blowing it out through pursed lips. I kiss her cheek and leave my nose there, my eyes closing to shut out the rest of the world. All that matters is her and giving her fuel for her gift. The other magic in the room is a distraction, and it doesn’t involve us. We have our part to play, and Maya and her mom will take care of the rest. “Deiectionem magicae turpi corpore.”