I Can Work A Miracle Novels & Stories

Tell me. Much time has been spent growing into myself; the early morning is almost ending. Let me begin my day with thoughts other than those I have. Let me acknowledge the day in a working lab. I am on it again today to work on microbes. A super microbe that can save all lives till eternity. Just as Jesus said to my mother, father and brother. I will work out... I will work out...

“Then, I guess that's the reason why Miracle was mad at him.” Miracle established her career without anyone’s help. She leaned on it and helped her move forward when Rajiv left her. That is why she was working so hard not to neglect the things that she achieved for herself. So, if Rajiv can’t respect that, I don’t think he will get to take back Miracle. That woman is ready to live alone, with her career rather than risk her heart again. I sighed. “He is doing this wrong.”

'I'm Mirabella, I worked for Mr Mateo. 'Mira the best singer of the year.' He said with a broader smile, his gaze more intense in an interesting manner and his soft palm tighten each tick of seconds. Mirabella suddenly felt her leg whispering weakness to carry her weight on. her hot body becoming hotter. 'erm..erm... May I have my hand back.' she managed to say with stammering in attempt to save herself the Shame she was about bringing upon her.

Nothing else matter, I just had to speak to God. I remember talking to him, when I was child because of Ava. I remembered asking him to make a way for her to be healed, I always asked for a miracle. But each time, it looked like my prayers were unanswered and things only grew worse. Instead of healing, she became sicker, instead of life, all I could see was death, instead of money to be provided so my parents could take care of her, my father was dropped from his job and I had to work just to provide. I remember being so angry at him for making my life miserable that I stopped, believing that hard work alone could pay. I stopped believing that I alone could rescue myself from the nightmare t

Ronald and I looked at each other, laughing at Miracle’s question. “Let’s go, maybe mommy will be late for her work. She can’t be late.” I took my bag as well as Miracle’s bag that contained her belongings. Right now, I don’t have a regular job.I don’t plan to have a regular job until Miracle grows up. I want the attention to be on her and Ronald first. Ronald doesn’t want me to work. Cause even though he’s starting again, he is still a millionaire, but I insist on working somehow.

His eyes met mine, pleading and hopeful. “Please come back,” Miracle said, her voice soft and sincere. “We need you.I need you. You're the best doctor there is and you're the only one who can make me feel better. Please come back" I swallowed hard, glancing between her and Lucas. My heart was torn. I wanted to believe her, to trust her words, but the wounds of the past were still fresh. And then there was Lucas. What if he somehow managed to convince her to do this, but then again, this is Miracle we're talking about. She's not one to bow to pressure, that knowledge was enough to reassure me that maybe this was genuine

Sometimes all we need is a small miracle to believe again. There are moments when we are sadder, with less energy and something incredible happens and everything makes sense again. Therefore, I always have open arms for the miracles of life. Miracles occur every day, like a flower that grows in the middle of the asphalt, or a ray of sunlight after a storm.

Nothing could ever come closer to redeeming me if anything happened to her. Tears blurred my eyesight, and while my mind swirled with a million and one thoughts, just one stood out the most. What if a miracle happened? I fell flat on my face immediately. I wasn't exactly the overly religious person, but right now, I wouldn't mind a miracle. In fact, that was the only thing that could save Liana right now. “Please, moon goddess.” I yelled amidst tears. “I haven't been a faithful follower, and I haven't had a reason to believe that miracles do exist. Please, do this for me. Make Liana better, please.”

And yet. Maybe miracles didn’t work for everyone. Not in her case. Not this time.

"She's my miracle, her and our child, so I will never give up on them. Even if I die." Landon put out his cigarette and stood up straight. "For the record, I think Miracle isn't really angry at you or hates you. You just gotta work harder in making it up to her. If I were you, I would grovel at her feet. A woman like that is one in a million, man." "You don't have to say that because I will." "Then I wish you the best of luck, bastard." Landon opened the door of his car but before he could get in, I called his name and smiled.