Tricks Novels & Stories

"F*ck you, Greg! You just scared the hell out of me! I thought you were going to fall and get a fracture!" He continued chuckling in amazement with her. While she was so annoyed. "Hey, you don't have to be afraid I might fall. As I've said, I know what I'm doing and I'm an expert at this. I was only teasing you to get your reaction." Crossing her arms, she rolled her eyes. "Not funny, Greg!" "Hey…" he called her softly. He knew she was upset. She didn't answer and just looked away to show that she didn't like his joke.

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!"

Sid nodded excitedly and put his signature on the paper, selling off a car to someone he knew nothing about. --- The man in black started walking with purpose towards that particular mobile as if it was his mission. He stopped in front of it, basked in it's grace for a split second before dropping to the ground. He pulled a laptop from the backpack he bore, and slid underneath the chassis, positioning himself perfectly. Fingers flew across the keys—codes, commands, hacks into a machine he clearly knew inside out. The impossible suddenly became possible. The car’s headlights flashed once. A low, creepy chuckle escaped from beneath the vehicle. The man slid out with his thing, opened the drive

My eyes widen. Is this it? I pant as I listen to their movements and I hear the whirl of the traffic lights walk indicator. Now! I need to scream now. We are static, stuck in traffic. I start to bang on the roof with force. “Help me!” I scream. I lift my legs and try to push the lid open, but fuck, it’s so cramped in here. I bang frantically on the ceiling and I feel around underneath me, grabbing the corner of the carpet. Tools. There will be tools under here. I half roll over and tear back the carpet and grab a metal toolbox. “Help me. I’m in the trunk. I’m being kidnapped. Heeeeeeelp!” I scream.

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.

Disco lights swiveled around the room and for some unknown reason, there were few people on the dance floor. “Any reason why you think it’s not?” Anna questions while her eyes search for a particular face amidst the crowd. “Just get this over with,” He says as they get settled at the central bar where a tall guy with dirty blonde hair and sleeveless shirt puts on a show. His abs were quite vivid from the light cotton shirt he had on and his whole left arm was covered in a tattoo that had the image of a lion. He had piercings on both ears and his tongue. From the stare and attention he was getting from people who surrounded him at the central bar, Anna could tell some of them were sexualizin

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