The Magic Christian Novel Novels & Stories

Christian stated, giving the file back to him. “Of course, sir. Thank you so much and I wish you a happy married life ahead,” The man said, and they shook hands with each other. “Thanks and I hope we will have a great time working together,” Christian said and then the man left the café. Christian decided to spend some time reading the book, so he started reading again while taking the sips from his coffee, but some incidents in the book felt awfully familiar to him as if it has happened with him before and few times he felt as if the antagonist part described his character, and this created another series of questions in his mind.

-Margaret, until I finally see you, you don't know how much you have missed me and all this time that I have been calling the house, they always tell me that you are not there or that you are asleep, I think these people are holding you captive, but my love, I am here to take you with me, take your bags and let's make the trip" he was determined to take me, but nevertheless I had to tell him the truth of things. -Christian, I know you are a good man and all this time you have shown me your fidelity and your trust but there is a bad news and it is that since I came here I have no more acquaintances my parents died in New York I have no one else my cousin denied me total access and I think my

“The Sinclair family is the most powerful and wealthiest family of all time. I tried many times to gain access into their property but I always failed. I tried to act as a maid, but I was never hired. I tried to sneak into the house but was thrown out. I tried to use magic against them but it never worked either, they were protected against every spell I threw at them and all that because of the book of shadows that they hold in possession. That book is every witch’s and hunter’s dream, it provides a great amount of knowledge and unusual spells. I can’t deny my happiness and relief that the Sinclair’s have this book and protecting it from every low life witch and greedy hunter. But, I need t

“You knew about it.” His eyes flicked back to hers, pain shadowing the silver. “Not exactly. I’d heard whispers… creatures that don’t belong to this world, born from what happens when magic is twisted, when it festers. But I thought they were stories.” He swallowed, the words jagged. “I was wrong.” Evelynn’s stomach turned. “And it wanted me.” He didn’t deny it. His silence was enough. Her hands trembled. She curled them into fists against his chest, hating the weakness of her own fear. “It’s because of the fire,” she said, almost spitting the words. “It’s not just inside me—it’s calling things. Things like that.”

he said, I just smiled, exactly what I wanted him to see, yet he wasn’t here for it. I smiled faintly as the bishop’s eyes scanned my whole body, it felt weird yet for some reason I wanted him to see it, i needed the reassurance that everything was okay with me, then he unmuted his television. Dante Moritto’s club gunned down last night. That was the headline, the bishop sighed, I quickly turned and wondered if he was okay, my heart cared if he was doing fine. “ Do you think he is fine?” I asked the bishop innocently.

Now it felt emotionally unbearable. I swallowed slowly. "People change." Silence followed, and immediately I knew I'd answered wrong — too cold, too detached. My mother's brows pulled together faintly. "Elena, has something happened?" Yes! Everything happened... I fell in love with a priest. I started questioning my faith. I resent the Church for asking him to sacrifice himself. I don't know who I'm becoming anymore.* Instead I said quietly, "No." ********

’ Gideon asks, his wolf nudges a small shelf lined with books that all look handwritten, the pages are yellowing telling me it's old and when I pick up one of the copies I find the pages greasey like it's been handled too many times. ‘The Holy Bible: How God wants a pure world.’ I read for Gideon; it's hard to keep the disgust out of my voice, of course God has been dragged into this. Look at any point in human history and you will find religion as the reason why men hurt others. I holster my gun; knowing Gideon is standing guard allows me to flick through the Bible without care for my surroundings. The first page is all about how God created the world, nothing I haven’t read in an old Bible

Was this the punishment before the fire took my soul? "Natalia?" A low whisper cut through my panic as I looked up. Christian was standing in front of me. He looked exactly like he did three years ago. Younger. Dark hair perfectly combed and a sleek black tuxedo that made him look like a king. But his dead eyes were the same ones that looked down at my bleeding body on the marble floor. My stomach twisted into a knot. "Natalia," the priest repeated, his brow furrowing as he leaned forward over his Bible. He coughed into his microphone. "Do you take—“

“But... Christian, no.” “But what?” he says, his voice sharpening with sudden conviction. “You said it yourself, Gen. You can’t be anywhere near this crime scene. They’ll look hard at everything about your life, your financials, your schedule. But nobody knows I exist. I’m a ghost in your world.” “I know, but—Christian, you’re this incredibly successful, brilliant investor. You have all this money, a beautiful life, prestige. You don’t have to get your hands dirty or get mixed up with something as horrific as this for me.”

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!