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Milli lied to herself and rubbed the tears that she refused to let fall out of her eyes. She eased herself down in a chair and stared at the gingerbread nativity on the desk. She tried not to think about what it meant every time the monitor beeped, as long as it stopped beeping, it was fine. It would be fine. For the rest of the week, ‘it’s fine’ became Milli’s mantra. Two words she lived and breathed by as her heart begged for healing for Charlie. She was a good person and had suffered enough. It was her turn to be blessed and it was Christmas, a time for miracles.

I trip on the stairs and he pulls my hair and drags me up the stairs by it. The world is all white noise, an empty silence on a faded background. In the movies they use green screens to create a better world around them, and create an illusion to trick the mind. On my green screen, I'm with Arlo at the beach. No one knows our names, and they don't know who we are. The world collapses into a dark cloud of broken dreams. Dreams are crushed and my green screen shatters, my adrenaline remembers where I am. Hunter is on top of me, with his hand covering my mouth.

Finally, the message comes across. A: I routinely try to hurt people and push people away before they can do it to me. I really like you, Wilder. There's something about you that makes me feel good about myself. I'll try to sabotage us. Don't let me. Please? The words on the screen surprise the fuck out of me and cause a smile to spread across my face. W: Promise. See you later. As I start my bike, I wonder if the two of us aren't searching for something we both see in the other. My grandfather always said things happen for a reason, and I'm beginning to think he was right.

CHAPTER ONE 15th May 2021 MILA'S POV I stood in front of the chapel in which MacCarter was about to be wed. It had been 5 long and hard years, but I was back to recover all that I lost or rather, what was stolen from me. I was no longer that weak 18 year old girl, fresh out of high school, without a Mom or a healthy father. I turned out to be strong and bold. I had to be because life had given me a lot more reasons to be.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“Our lives just keep getting weirder.” “Weirder but better,” I said. “Every time we choose mercy over punishment, growth over vengeance, we make the multiverse a little better.” “Is that enough?” Mira asked. “We keep having crises. Keep facing enemies. Keep barely surviving. When does it get easier?”

And there is a good news!" Diana excitedly broke out the news which to her was a good one; that she has found out their father, and to even the score, he is the president generals step brother and it explains why they have a resemblance with the president general.... The three little miracles looked at themselves in shock and confusion at the same time. "What are you saying? "We already found out who our father is, mummy! No need to continue lying.." Jennifer protested immediately. She hated every thought and idea or philosophy that any other man than Mark is her father.

And I was listening to him in awe. "The reality was that God created all the creatures as the test to actually make humans. We creatures were the test models. We worked out fine because we only had single powers inside our bodies. But God gifted humans with all the powers he had created with us or tested up on us. The problem was, all those powers in one single body was too much for a body to handle. There is a reason why a human and a human body and even their lives are called miracles. It is magic the way their bodies work. They grow old with time. And then they die." He added in an excited tone. He had this excited look on his face. Of course that story was definitely amazing.