The Magic Christian Novel Novels & Stories

Alex asked what was bothering me the most. “That's the major problem.” Christian sighed and looked at my side. “I have a plan, but it can be risky." I gulped in hesitation. Christian shook his head without listening to my plan. "At least listen to my plan," I argued. He looked at me with a poker face. "No," He said. "I will go in front of Satan" I continued, ignoring his glare. "I will provoke Satan to confess everything he did to me and his connection with the mafia world which we will record through" I got interrupted by a loud voice smashing glass.

She stopped pacing. "What type of book is it, then?" He asked her. "I think it was the original Bible ever created." She muttered. Rayleigh met Zalakai's gaze. "It holds everything an Exorcist would ever need, and it landed in the hands of the woman who was given Holy magic by a Goddess." She looked down at her hands. "That same book helped shackle Karmina and locked away her magic." "Well, that explains that, then." Zalakai said. The way he said it, though, left Rayleigh suspicious.

They knew that the witches and wizard’s attacks were imminent but hoped the attack won’t happen soon as they tried to be mentally ready for them. Suddenly, they heard a strange noise as an ugly long-nosed dwarfish wizard charges towards Dike, it was easy, he allowed him to get so close and he used the portion on him and the wizard dematerialized before them. After few seconds, you could hear strange noises everywhere as other witches were charging towards them, but as they got close, the warriors used the portion on each of them and they dematerialized instantly. One of the warriors called Chukwuebuka was so traumatized by the look of these witches and wizards because of his childhood experi

Kaiser turned against his heel and walked towards the dining. Christian swilled and was about to look at his back once more when he remembered the piece of paper which he no longer has. He must have thrown it somewhere when he rushed in. “HEY! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING,” Kaiser shouted, placing three rolls of newspaper on the center table. Christian scrubbed a hand through his face as wind snapped his cheeks, from the window, around his legs, lifting strands of his hair. “I-If that is about Samantha’s case, please not now,” he intoned, grabbing a bathrobe from the bathroom cabinet. Oddly, he doesn’t feel any pain at all—as if nothing’s there anymore.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

"Don't make my mistake, Maya. Don't take him for granted. He's one of the good ones." After she went upstairs, I sat alone in the living room, the Christmas tree lights twinkling, the bookmark in my hand. My phone buzzed. Derek: "Workshop. Now. Everyone's asleep." I stood up, my heart racing. This was it. Our first real moment alone on Christmas. I grabbed my coat and slipped out the back door into the cold night, the bookmark still clutched in my hand like a talisman. Whatever happened in that workshop tonight, I knew one thing for certain.

He had no idea who this man was—the one who could easily end his life right there and then. Taking a clean handkerchief handed to him by one of his men, Christian casually wiped his palms. Then, in a cold, calm voice, he gave the order, "Cripple him." Anyone who dared harm the person he cherished was as good as dead. Christian's gaze shifted to the naked Tabitha huddled in the corner, trembling. His expression remained indifferent as he ordered, "Send her to Neon Nights. A life of being passed around suits her best." As Christian stepped out of the apartment into the cold winter night, he adjusted the collar of his coat. Only then did the dark rage within him begin to subside—just a little.

Presley cleared, and my heart stopped for obvious reasons as I slowly turned toward Maggie, who seemed to be reading a white document now. Oh god. I’m screwed. Christian was good at his job, but Presley has proven to be just as good. How she figured him out when he led her team with fake evidence that time I was searching for my mom… Presley can find information, hidden or deleted information, and since Maggie was here giving a fortune, Christian was screwed — and so was I. Don’t forget, I’m an accomplice. Wait—how did… how did we even get here?

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Elizabeth said, “Yes, Even though I don't remember, you were very beastly, were you not? Of course, that’s a compliment… For all we know, it might have been because of the drug, but…” Christian’s expression darkened. This stupid woman… She really did not know how to talk. Elizabeth asked, “You can’t be mad over something like this, right? Or is something else the matter? Is your illness acting up?” She noticed that his eyes looked strange, burning so hot that it was as if he could burn down people with his stare. As if he was possessed, Christian’s dark pupils moved down to her. He lowered his head to look at her slightly moving lips. Her tongue looked delicate and lovable. Her lips were red