Fan Made Miraculous Novels & Stories

"i am the one who bought Ela... in order to take her away and save her life I didn't get any other idea than this... i just paid to protect her... From her own family... Ana was so shocked and touched he actually spend 50 million to save Ela... and this was just because Ans was worried for Ela... Ana with misty eyes... "thank... thank you buddy.. you saved her... she is safe now... thank you thank you so much..." Jade smiled and said... "Don't thank me i just did what my mind and heart said... now go and tell Ela to get ready i am coming to taking her away from that black world to this bright happy world..."

FOR BETTER FOR WORSE *********************** NARRATOR'S POV *********************** “I feel so nervous dad.” Elena fidgeted “Don't be, the man you love most in the world is waiting for you at the altar.” “Thank you, dad, for standing by me and showing me the way, if not for you I might still be wallowing in self-pity and doubt.” “It's my duty as a father to protect and guide you. I'm just so happy things are back to normal with you and your husband.”

Ava groaned for the upteenth time and picked up miras electric fan the dorm was hot — no power supply for a week and barely no other electric connection she could only make do with miras fan. “Seriously Ava you drafted a whole plan to pay kael back… you're really something” Mira said picking up the paper infront of her. “Yes I did that and” she paused “I know your going to say he's the number one and shit but he embarrassed me and am not going to let it slide”.

I stood there with her, holding onto her, praying for strength, for my brother, for her. Then, something miraculous occurred. Before my very eyes, the wounds on Sebastian’s body began to diminish, disappearing as though they had never been there. I could hardly bear to look away, astonished by the sight of it—an actual miracle unfolding. Eleanor’s power was real. She was healing him. But then, my heart sank as I noticed Eleanor stumbling, her hand weakly dropping to the ground. I rushed to her side immediately, panicking.

she replied to everyone while cheerfully waving her hands and looking around. “Woah! What is this?” she asked a seller as she picked up a weird looking item from his table. The seller wasted no time as this is an actual potential buyer: “Good day, Young Lady! Four months ago, I traded with a group of merchants who called themselves Miracle. They said this could make fire and even showed me how, but it never worked for me. It should suit a curious girl such as yourself, young lady!” Aryan inhaled deeply and saved the lectures for later. He dismounted from his horse and went towards Amaryah.

“Some Miracle I am. Any child can blow a whistle.” “Stop it,” Radar says sternly. “You know I don’t like hearing you talk like that.” She wraps her arms around me and gives me a warm hug, then steps back. “You’re as much a Miracle as any of us. Maybe more so. You were the first. You broke the curse. That’s more Miracle than anything.” I manage a smile. It’s hard not to be in a good mood around Radar. That’s just one of the reasons I love her so much. Sometimes I wonder if breaking the curse is going to end up being my only Power. I sure hope not.

*Bang* Old Fan stopped his retreat by depending on Durandal’s weight, stabbing it into the soil. His eyes narrowed as his arm which had blocked the attack continued to tremble. While his bones remained intact, his acute understanding of his body allowed him to discern that he had torn a few of his muscle fibres. This wasn’t abnormal, given that anyone who worked out their muscle fibres when they broke past their limits, and it was the healing of those fibres that strengthened their muscles; but in this case, Old Fan had torn them by attempting to block the kick of an Elemental, a race known for being physically weak!

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.