Trick Novels & Stories

He glances up, face lighting up like the damn sun. "Daddy! Look!" He waves the book excitedly. "I figured out the math trick Grandpa showed me!" I force a smile and sit beside him. "Show me, champ." Harry grins, holding up both hands. "Okay, see? If you want to multiply by nine, you just bend the finger that matches the number. Like this-" He folds his third finger down. "Nine times three is twenty-seven! Two fingers on the left, seven on the right!"

I didn't even notice mr skeleton in the room, I stood up from my sit as I walked to the skeleton, "Hello Mr skeleton," I said as I took it hand to shake, "it's nice to meet you, would you let me touch your rips?" Just as I was about to touch the skeleton's bony rips, the door opened, I didn't need to turn to know it was the doctor who just entered, all I wanted was for the ground to open and swallow me, that would be a hundred times better than the embarrassing situation of turning to see the doctor, but I knew that wasn't possible, I wondered how I looked like shaking a skeleton.

Miranda promises. Nodding, I sit back for a moment. “Okay so I am open. Now what?” I ask Miranda. Miranda leans forward, “Let’s do a fun trick first. Focus on that paper on the table and move it,” Miranda says. “How?” I ask confused. “You focus on what you want to do, you focus on how you do it, and then you make it happen,” Miranda replies. “Like this,” she says as she takes a finger and flicks it the paper falls off the table.

She couldn't see him, but she just knows he's grinning ear to ear right now with a rapidly inflating ego. "That was really cool what you did, the one where you look like you were gonna pass the ball to someone else but suddenly overtake them by going the opposite direction of where they anticipated you to go? I thought that was really clever." She could hear the genuine awe in the girl's voice. "Oh, you mean this?" Khai playfully shows off the trick that the girl seemed to be referring to. "Yeah! That one!" The girl giggles. 'Wow. What a brag.' Aster thinks to herself.

Adam watches her quietly for some seconds after which she noticed a muscle tic in his jaw. “So, our meet in the hotel, you drowning in the swimming pool was just a strategy to win against me?” He didn’t know why he was asking her the question when he already knew the answer. Of course it was a full-fledged plan. She knew him thoroughly to use every emotions under the radar to get close to him. Elena with a fake surprised tone she says. “Wow. You brain is working perfectly.” She didn’t correct him regarding the part where he thinks that she tricked him acting like drowning in the swimming pool when actually it was the truth.

Trick said, practically jumping in excitement, "This is great. I've always wanted to try this spell. You ready, Rose?" "Wait! This is your first time trying the spell? What are you--" But Trick had already started tracing his magicked finger on her skin, while pinning her arm with his other hand. Rose stopped, mesmerized at the swirl of lines he was creating-- a perfect replica of the chalice in front of them. Then, once it was complete, Trick levitated the cup to his hand, absorbing it with his magic before implanting it into its silhouette on Rose's arm. It didn't take long until the cup disappe

Bright

The style looked chic and simple: a large ivory pearl floating freely within a diamond-dusted platinum cage. To the unknowing, it was a beautiful, understated accessory. Only a few people knew that the pearl wasn’t real but an iridescent casing around a microchip that broadcast my location via GPS to Deloris. More than that, it recorded my movements, my respiration, and even my heart rate.

I took a sip of my drink and replied, "It's water," trying to maintain my facade. Triston seemed puzzled by my response, but I didn't bother explaining further. ----------------------------------- Some time had passed by, as I was ignoring the man at my side. He was going on about something- probably the fact that I’ve had four more what he believed to be waters and have finally begun to feel numb at his words. Music began playing in the ballroom again, and I felt like dancing. I was handed one more drink that I happily took.

There, standing upright on the table in front of me, were three dice. Six, six, one—13! One of the dice had been split clean through the middle, forcibly exposing a fresh surface and revealing an extra pip. When Hillary heard the gasps, she leaned over in disbelief. The second she got a clear look at the three dice, all the color drained from her face. "That's impossible… How do you know that trick…" she murmured in stunned shock. I calmly sat back down in my seat, as if the frenzied person from a moment ago wasn't me.