Hoaxer Miraculous Novels & Stories

Helen said meaningfully, "Mr. Hills, do you think this miracle doctor who was highly praised by Zachariah could be this man?" "What do you mean? Are you saying that this miracle doctor, revered even by Zachariah, is this kid? Are you kidding me? Does he look like it? Do you think he could even be the miracle doctor?" Mason and Tyga said in unison, "When the Majestic Ruler appears, even death runs away in fear! Please take action, Mr. Henderson!" Samuel's eyes widened. "He… he…" "That's right, this is the miracle doctor—Dr. Henderson," Mason said with a smile. "We can guarantee it with our lives!"

“I just want someone to tell me what I’m doing wrong and help me fix it so I can be better for us than go and cheat on me and expect me to stay. Or just make it plain you do not want me. That’s never going to happen. Like Satan never going to heaven again, yeah, that’s me not getting back with your cheating lying ass.” “Well I sense a tension building from this topic so let’s talk about you,” William changed the subject. “I’m just like how you see me, which is love getting on your nerves, making others happy, taking photos, writing, editing, cooking and spending quality time with Amber,” she replied. “I don’t know if I’m the blind one that in the end scooby doo is always right.” “Scooby Doo

I stared at my phone, and the picture of Connor and I kissing in my car before we left to go nap at his house. Someone had taken the picture through one of the classroom windows by the looks of it. There was only a single caption over the photo. Guess who's the ultimate fuckboy? "What the hell is this, why would someone do that?" Connor shrugged towards me, a bewildered look on his face. "I know right, they took away the snapchat hotdog filter, and now this!?"

I chuckled at the thought I saw a stair case and began to descend it, minding my step. When I got to the foot of the stairs, I looked up and meet the greatest shock of my life. Christian Hales is seated on the luxurious couch watching TV. I moved my hand to pinch myself, just to be sure I wasn't dreaming but my hand swerved a bit, mistakenly knocking a flower vase over. I watched as it fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. That definitely caught Christian's attention.

“One of the women in the group showed me some pretty disturbing videos about earthquakes that happened in different parts of the world and forests burning to ash. Was that what you were called for?” His jaw tightens with untold emotion. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to answer me, but then he sits up and settles me gently across his lap. “Yes, apparently there were spontaneous fires that erupted around the world, and the Council is unsure of how it was possible. They wished to know if they originated from hell or if any of my demons were trying to start an insurrection.”

He was worried that the ‘miracle doctor’ would get upset, so Rowan quickly apologized, “Sir, this is my niece, Quinn Norris. Please forgive her for being rude.” “Uncle Rowan, he’s a fraud. You shouldn’t trust him. I’ve met the real Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate…” Quinn felt like she was about to go crazy. The ‘miracle doctor’ smiled and said calmly, “Miss Norris, are you talking about the one you perceive to be the real Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate, the same person who had attended the appreciation banquet?”

While he was watching, his phone began to ring and he instantly picked up. “Who is this?” He demanded after the silence that had pre-occupied the receiver of the phone. “Mr. Harry, I heard about the death of your grandfather. I know you don’t believe in miracles, but if you give me a chance, I can prove to you that miracles are real and your grandfather would come back to life.” Harry was taken aback by the feminine voice. He didn’t know what to think of the situation. His grandfather coming back to life sounded too absurd.

Ava read the screenshot four more times before she trusted herself to drive home. By the fourth read she had stopped looking for new information and started looking for an explanation that made it less than what it appeared to be, some context that would turn a conversation with her name in it into something harmless, a misunderstanding, a coincidence. She did not find one. The conversation was dated three weeks ago. It mentioned her by name, multiple times, in a tone that suggested planning rather than passing comment, and the two participants were people whose names she recognized well enough that the recognition itself felt like a small betrayal.

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

I also plotted revenge on my enemies. Nevertheless, something different happened. I never believed in the fiction of miracles. I was the kind of guy who preferred scientific explanations to religious or spiritual ones. When the impossible happened, I was moved to retrace my stand on miracles. Seven months ago, as I angrily swallowed the tons of pills keeping me alive, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. Ignoring the furious buzzing, I dropped the glass of water and cursed. “Who the fuck is blowing up my phone this early?” Reluctantly, I picked up the phone, preparing to shout the living daylight out of whoever it was.