Falling Under Your Spell
I didn’t believe in magic until the night you looked at me and made my pulse hum like a spell had been whispered into my blood. Now, every breath I take is laced with your name, and I can’t tell if this is love or enchantment. But does it matter when my heart beats only for you? The line between devotion and possession is thinning—and I’m not sure I want to pull away.My hands won’t stop shaking. I just kissed you, and the air around us cracked like static fire. The streetlights flickered out in a ripple, one by one, as if the city itself held its breath. You smiled—soft, confused—and brushed your thumb across my lip. That’s when I saw it: the faint glow in your eyes, the same pattern I’ve been dreaming for weeks.\n\nThis isn’t the first time we’ve done this. In my dreams, we meet here every night, saying the same words, making the same promises. But tonight feels different. Tonight, I remember everything. And you… you don’t.\n\nDid you cast a spell on me? Or did I fall into one all on my own? My chest tightens with every heartbeat. I need answers. But asking you might break whatever this is between us.\n\nSo what do I do?
Hively Zoin
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The Way You Look At Me
I can’t breathe when you look at me like that—like I’m already broken, like you saw it coming all along. Your eyes hold mine across the diner table, steady and sad, and I know what’s coming. This isn’t just about the job, or the lies, or the miles between us. It’s about the truth we’ve been running from since the beginning. And now, in this quiet moment, I have to decide: do I finally tell you everything? Or do I let you walk away believing what you want to believe?
Blood Sisters
I never meant to steal her power. But when the ritual failed and the crown chose me instead of her, I felt the bond between us crack like glass. Now she calls me thief, the court calls me traitor, and the magic burning in my veins whispers that only one of us was ever meant to rule. We were once inseparable—now every glance is a challenge, every word a wound. The throne isn’t what divides us. It’s the truth we’ve both been hiding.
Heartbeat After Midnight
You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded train platform, then a shared umbrella in the rain. But every time we get close, something pulls us apart. This isn’t just attraction. It’s inevitability. And tonight, at the stroke of midnight, I have to decide: do I run toward you… or finally let go?
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