Trick Novels & Stories

"Pops its ok , i promise " So we spend the next few hours with me getting my butt kicked, i was getting so frustrated with constantly being on the floor then pops accidentally kicks sand in my eyes,i brush it out but i am fuming and as i stand there with my hands clenching pops and Jerry look behind me with wide eyes so i turn and see a giant ball of water has arisen from the sea and is swirling menacingly, wait did i do that? I move my hand to the right and the ball speeds in that direction then i do the same left and again the ball goes where i want it so for the final test i zoom it over to Jerry and pops and splay my fingers outwards as if to release the ball, Jerry and pops splutter and

Gunnar mumbled, rolling his eyes while pouring a measure of whiskey for himself. Ace situated himself behind me, cupping my chin and forcing me to tip my head back to meet his gaze as he stared down at me, "Fix?" He mused, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of his bottom lip and I felt goosebumps litter my flesh, "you're right, I can't fix shit," Ace agreed, making certain his hazel eyes bored into my blue ones, "but I can break things. I break beds, backs, and even sweet pus—" "You have three seconds to let me go before I elbow you in the nutsack," I interjected with a scowl.

A card? It's a plain card. I turn the white plain card and there are two words written on it. 'Miss me?' " What the hell is this?" I stare at the weird message and look through the envelope. There's nothing but this weird card that just says 'miss me?' Who sent this? Thinking nothing of it rather than a prank from teenagers, I put the card back inside the envelope and walked to my kitchen. I throw it inside the little waste basket and walk to my room, grabbing my handbag as I do so.

Christopher I grinned. “I suppose I’ll just have to go fishing more often.” “Excuse me?” he snapped. “Fishing. You put a worm on a hook and toss it in the water with the hopes of catching a fish. You’ve heard of it, right?” “Do not get smart with me young man.” I leaned forward. “No offense, but I’m guessing you might be ten years older than I am. I appreciate the compliment, but I haven’t been called a young man in a very long time.”

I don't know what he is up to, so I decide to keep it that way. I cover my mouth, pretending to swallow the pill, but actually hold it in my palm. It's a magic trick I saw online and found amusing. I've been practicing it and never expected it to come in handy one day! The man produces a triumphant smile. Obviously, he didn't notice my trick. Pretending to feel a bit dizzy, I lean weakly against the bed with my eyes fixed on the distant wall, trying not to blink. Thinking the medicine has taken effect, the man quickly approaches me.

Creighton grinned, kissing her lips softly. “Then we make up a new game,” he whispered. “This one is called pleasing each other. Besides, we have Miriam’s position book, I’m sure we’ll find a few ideas in that.” “How do we play this game of yours?” Sandra couldn’t help the butterflies that took flight inside her stomach and smiled as he walked to their luggage, lifting up the famous kinky kit. “I teach you to play with your toys and you allow me to watch.” “That’s not pleasing each other,” she scolded, feeling the blush creep up her neck.

Jace slid in, breathing a little harder than usual, already tugging off the cleaner’s jacket like it offended him. “Damn disguise,” he muttered, tossing it to the back. “Smells like chemicals and poop. Never tell anyone about this okay!! If you ever, I will end our friendship.” I didn’t respond. He glanced at me while pulling the car into motion. “You should have seen it,” he went on, a grin tugging at his lips. “Adrian didn’t even realize what was happening at first. I kept him busy just like you said. If you had seen his face when I poured him the cleaning water. He looked like he would puke his stomach. I dipped the mop into the toilet. Then carried the smelly water to the elevator. I ac

Stop hiding behind your tricks. I saw the perfect opportunity. He had left a small gap, thinking he could trick me, but I wasn’t falling for it. I pressed my nitro, feeling the sudden surge of power. The wind tore past my face, and my bike shot forward like a bullet. Ahead of me, someone tried to pass the mysterious lady who had been leading the race. He pulled a gun, trying to stop her. My mind reacted faster than thought.

Claire asked incredulously. "These are part of a fairly standard sawing-a-girl-in-half trick. The box jumper, sorry, my assistant squeezes up in this end of the cabinet. I saw through the middle here and we fool the audience into thinking you've been cut in half using these pretend feet which appear to wiggle, driven by electric motors. Simple really. I just want to make sure your skin-tone matches my original assistant's."

"And it's not actually terrifying. It's just human. It's just what happens when someone matters to you." "What if I mess this up?" I asked. "What if I revert to needing control and I end up hurting you?" "You probably will mess up," Eli said. "And you probably will revert to control sometimes. Because change isn't linear and old patterns don't disappear. But here's what's going to be different: you won't do it alone. And you won't have to figure it out by yourself." "That requires trust," I said. "Yes," Eli said. "That's exactly what requires trust."