روايات وقصص ضمن Hoaxer Miraculous

“The survivor — as you had called it — is a woman, sire. But she wasn’t spared by the attack at all. She died, but the essence of life returned back to her. She lives again.” “Damnation!” shouted the third High Priest. He was Joash, the strict priest of the four, who had a shorter gray beard. He stood up and glared at Mikha’el, unable to accept his claim. “We are not fools to believe your words messenger!” “You don’t need to believe, Your Excellency. You just have to see, ” was Mikha’el’s effortless barb. This made the lofty priest silent. “The woman is the one people call the miracle child once, ” he explained further.

It’s like black magic. For the next ten seconds, I remain frozen to the spot, completely overcome with shock. Then gradually, my shock is replaced with blood curdling rage. Within seconds, I’m clenching and unclenching my fists, totally fuming. I’ve never heard of a super power that could cause an already sent message to mysteriously disappear from the receiver’s phone. Anybody who can do that is capable of fortifying the firewall of a fake blog. Once again, only one name comes to my mind. Bhyron Macaulay.

The news stated, "Banshee's follow-up thesis sparked controversy. The netizens are strongly demanding Banshee to come forward and clarify." One commented, "Is there such a miraculous medication that could treat late stages of cancer in a month?" Another replied, "No, Banshee must be bluffing." Another person commented, "Why not have her demonstrate the process in front of the media? Then, we'll see for ourselves whether it's real." Lucy raised her eyebrow at the gossip. She was unbothered by the netizen's disapproval. Faith called, and Lucy answered. "Hello, Faith."

His gaze looked serious, “I pray you believe me.” “What is this?” I took the piece of paper from him, scanning through the words until I found alarming news. “This cant be serious. You're lying.” My head shook from side to side. “I'm serious, Luna. You have to believe me.” “I can't.” My eyes widened, my jaw loose from the shock of what laid before me. The caption of an old newspaper showed that my trusted spiritual healer— a long time ago, used to be a con man, a thief and a rogue.

After Ma Sanbao finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Haodong. This was also their question. How could Qin Haodong make so much medicine in the warehouse disappear? Qin Haodong said, "I don't know if you've heard of David Copperfield, the famous magician of M Country?" Some of the people present knew and some didn't. A young patient said, "I know. David Copperfield, known as the world's greatest magician, once publicly made a seven-ton plane, a 70-ton train, and the Statue of Liberty vanish."

Joshua laughed and said in an arrogant tone, “Because I have a magical elixir. If the patient takes it, he will recover in no time.” Then, he reached into his bag and carefully retrieved a crystal clear pill that was cut in half. He lifted it into the air and said pompously, “Look, this is the magical elixir I’ve developed! It can even revive a vegetative person, let alone cure a spinal injury!” Claire, who was sobbing quietly, asked, “Does the pill really work?”

The logo was of high quality, the preacher’s seemed noble, the miracle’s were without count. I went through their F******k page often, hoping to get an inspirational message but all that was posted daily, were the countless miracle’s the church was offering, it was as if miracle’s were trending more than the word of God. A follower Susan Gcina, posted that two weeks after the pastor had prayed over her painful headache to stop, which immediately did manage to stop aching, she began hearing voices in her left ear and her eyes also began to roll uncontrollably. Another follower claimed the same, within ten minutes twenty followers had claimed to have had a similar experience. I felt worried, c

Just as she was about to elaborate, a man approached from behind, scoffing, "What sort of naive girls believe in such mythical healers? There's no such thing as miracles. You're exaggerating! "And Dr. Lloyd, how could he let such rumors spread?" he added, his irritation clear. Millie took a moment to assess the man. He was handsome, in his early thirties, named Yoel Marshall. He was the deputy director of the department. "Mr. Marshall, there really is a healer named Milla Webson. She's exceptionally talented," Hazel countered. With a grave expression, Yoel responded, "If miracle workers could cure everything, then what's our purpose here? Now, get back to work!"

He asked, widening his eyes in shock. I nodded. “Yes,” “Fuck, am I really in the presence of the miraculous healer!? Ohmygoddess,” he exclaimed over and over again. I shrugged, I was already used to people acting like that when they found out that I'm the miraculous healer. “What did he mean by miraculous healer? What miraculous healer?” Someone in the crowd asked and his companion almost slapped him. “You don't know the miraculous healer? What planet are you from?” He snapped and the other man looked at him in shock.