That Awkward Magic Novels & Stories

“But you are not going to like it.” “I will need my magic to do it.” I say pointedly, knowing full well what that means and why I am not going to like it. I made it clear to Adam days ago that I would not use him to fill up my magic, aside from feeding on his sexual energy. But he is right, I can push through the barrier now if only my magic was filled. Nodding my head in agreement, I yank on his shirt roughly, pulling him in for a searing kiss. Picturing Jamari’s lips beneath mine, I move over Adam’s lips swiftly, drawing on his sexual magic and making it my own.

For twenty minutes, she almost believed her own performance. Then the air changed. A woman in an aggressively chic asymmetric dress glided toward their table, a smartphone held aloft like a talisman. Nneka Okafor. Society blogger, professional gossip architect, smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Mrs. Williams! What a lovely coincidence!” Nneka’s voice was a syrupy sing-song that turned heads at nearby tables. Amara’s polite smile stiffened. Mimi’s own smile didn’t falter; it simply froze on her face. Every instinct screamed trap.

Heat. Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.

My name was Germaine Shaw. I'd just graduated from college, and my plain résumé made my job-seeking journey challenging. I'd lost the only job I'd managed to get after the internship ended because I'd turned down my superior's attempts to harass me sexually. The difficulties faced in my job search got me down. I stayed at home all day, demotivated and depressed. One day, while doom-scrolling, a new game caught my eye. "This is a romance game where you have all the freedom you need. Meet your destined half in the virtual world—set yourself free and release your pent-up desires!"

"I need a favor." "If it's something I can do, I'd be happy to help. Do you need a recommendation for somewhere else to live or something like that?" "No, it's, uh, actually—" I clear my throat. How am I supposed to do this? Do people just blurt these sorts of things out? I wish I were smooth, but unfortunately, I'm an awkward duck most of the time. Especially when trying to bribe someone, apparently. "I need you to tell people that I was living with my husband."

The way he leaned a little too far over the podium, voice dipping low at certain phrases, or the casual tug at his cardigan hem that pulled attention to his bare thigh peeking through the slit in the skirt. “And while societal acceptance has increased,” Ezra said, his tone smooth, “there’s still the matter of… lingering prejudice.” His eyes found Adrian’s, holding them for just a fraction too long. “Sometimes,” he added with a small, knowing smile, “it’s about challenging people’s ideas of what they expect.”

So I take a deep breath again and face him I smiled politely. "Hi, nice to see you again" he smiled charmingly "Hello, nice to see you too" smiled strainedly "Oh I’m sorry about yesterday I didn't had a chance to introduce myself in a nice way!" I'm Justin" he held out his hand and me being polite I held my hand too. We both smile to each other. Suddenly we made a magic connection. A minute had passed but Justin was holding my hands. "Oh Excuse me! You can let go my hands!!" I felt shy but still composed. I have to hide this awkwardness. My mum always taught us to act modest and formal when infront of people.

“The hell is wrong with you? Are you a magician? How the heck did that happen?” The thing with humans, they believe a lot in magic.A whole lot. The whole nine yards. Disney had a lot of contribution at this matter and it sucks for Helena and her kind. It makes the explaining part for new sin-eaters a horrible experience. Take Zachary for an example, now he thinks that Helena is a magician and is very good at it. The woman chose to be dramatic in hopes that Zac would somehow get the gist or at least pick something up from the trick that she had just shown.

, she muttered under her breath with a frustrated sigh. I crooked my eyebrows at her cursing words and held the urge to laugh. Never knew that Clara Blackwood, the famous model knew how to curse anyone! Her soft voice traveled inside my ears as I intended to walk back to my exercise, " Well.. Dylan... Thanks for rescuing me.." I paused midway and spun around to face her with a dark chuckle. Stuffing my fists inside my pockets, I revealed without showing gratitude for her words, " Well, It was fun to watch you drowning honestly. But I still have business with you. So I decided to jump after one minute, 30 seconds."

Grady’s father clapped him on the shoulder and murmured something about “finally listening to old men who tell you to choose the right kind of permanence.” “Careful,” Elder Max called from the doorway. “You’ll make bad magic sound like a retirement plan.” “Isn’t that what this is?” Becky replied. “Retiring from bad magic.” We laughed and then we went back to work. By evening we met at the table with chalk, ash, vinegar, and signal words. Becky put the city blinders in a neat row of toggles and labeled them like pastries. River laid nets like silver tongues and Kaia flipped her ugly chalk between her fingers and refused to apologize for the knife tucked in her boot. Adrian tied his hair back,