Exo Miracle Of December Novels & Stories

Exactly like the ones she'd watched being assembled in the emergency department that morning. Above the window hung a newly printed banner. AELION OX-CO HOME USE NOW AVAILABLE Naomi frowned. "...What?" A customer pushed one toward the checkout counter while another argued with an employee standing beneath a handwritten sign taped to the glass. SOLD OUT NEXT DELIVERY TOMORROW She looked across the street. Another pharmacy displayed the same banner. Then another. Her heart began to race. That morning had been the first time she had ever laid eyes on an Ox-Co. Doctors had crowded around it, asking questions because none of them had seen technology like it before.

My gaze quickly swerved to my father who stared at the card as if it might bite him. "She... yes. She's dying." "I may have a solution to your financial difficulties." Mr. Cohen opened a leather folder. "My boss, Mr. Dominic Winter, suffers from a rare genetic blood disorder. Without regular transfusions from a very specific blood type, he will die." I felt Vivian's eyes on me, and with the way she was looking at me, it seemed she knew already. "What does this have to do with us?" my mother asked, her voice trembling.

However, I must admit this one display caught my eye for a very different reason. I take in the white-lighted reindeer dangling from a lighted tree containing what is left of Santa’s sleigh. A trail of red lights falls from the reindeer’s head and pools in freshly fallen snow. I have never seen a Christmas massacre and I doubt I ever will again. It is marvelous. I laugh because I honestly can't help myself. For once, humanity surprised me. I say out loud, “God, I'd love to meet the person behind this.” A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?”

"Even with Sophie's rules? Even with your ex-wife watching? Even with everyone knowing?" "Especially with all of that. Because it means we're real. Not hiding. Not pretending." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "I want this, Maya. I want you. All the complications included." "I want you too." We sat there holding hands in the dark living room, the movie playing to an audience of two, the Christmas tree lights twinkling. This wasn't how I'd imagined my Christmas. Falling for my best friend's father. Navigating family drama. Sharing him with his ex-wife.

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

It felt like a miracle, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted as Charles reentered the office, holding out a document. "Boss, no need to retrieve another document. You tore the photocopy; this is the original," he informed me. Snapping out of my contemplation, I eagerly accepted the document, needing to confirm its authenticity for myself. As I examined it, relief hit me. "Thank goodness," I exclaimed aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I clutched the precious documents in my hand. This unexpected Miracle had presented me with an opportunity I couldn't afford to miss, and I was determined to make the most of it.

Even seasoned doctors bowed their heads, unable to deny the miracle before them. By the time Amelia Grace sat upright, her spine straight, her smile radiant, the cameras outside had already caught wind. Within minutes, headlines raced across the globe: “IMSAEB Witnesses the Impossible, Arla-Rosa Hernandez Heals Amelia Grace.” “Disciple of Ye Tianlong, the Miracle Doctor, Revealed.” “Medical Science or Divine Gift?”

Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake. Asmodeus, frozen in awe, witnessed Maria's transfiguration. Her face glowed with an ethereal light, and the ground beneath her seemed to fade away, as if she were ascending to a higher realm. Sister Cassandra, emerging from the backstage after defeating Deliah, beheld Maria's glorious metamorphosis and fell to her knees, uttering the revered words, "Holy Mary, full of Grace."

I'm going crazy by the day, and I need lines to fall in place for me; otherwise, I’d crash out. It seems that today is the day luck would finally fall on me, though, because as soon as I finally arrive in the office, my assistant hands me a formal-looking envelope. Inside it is an invitation to a celebration of some sort. It’s not stated what kind of celebration it is. The invitation is from Nathan Adams, although he isn’t the one celebrating. According to him, it’s someone he believes can help my business, and when I check the name of the celebrant, I almost pass out from shock and happiness.

"Tina." The room erupted. Audible gasps filled the air, followed by a violent surge of movement. And then, the heavy double doors at the back of the hall burst open. "MARISSA!" Tristan was charging down the aisle, his hair disheveled, looking like a man who had finally seen the end of his own world. The reporters turned on him like a pack of wolves, shoving microphones into his face, screaming questions about the miscarriage and the mistress. "Marissa, listen to me!" he yelled, fighting through the crush.