I Can Work A Miracle Novels & Stories

God, living was hard. If this nerd died because of me, I was so done. Living was going to become overrated. * Beep * * Beep * I needed a miracle right now for the nerd to survive. * Beep * * Beep * * Beep * Huh ?! Her heart was reviving back to normal !! My transfused blood helped afterall ! Miracle- this was honestly a miracle !! My god, I am so glad that I don’t have trust issues with you Moon Goddess. You helped me out !

Amanda feels very tired already. It has been a month now since her mother was admitted to the hospital. And she needs to juggle three jobs to be able to meet all the needs they needed and pay bills at the same time. But inspite of her struggles,the cash still doesn't add up to the bills that needed to be payed.

I knew why she was calling him so I looked away , I didn’t want to hear whatever she has to say because I can’t, I might as well fool myself that Bella was up and about , and safe somewhere away from me . “ Give me a second “ said Conan standing up most probably he too understood that I didn’t want to hear it , so he walked a few feet away before bringing his cell phone to his ear “ yeah , I will bring him back just give me a - what , what ? Hey ! Slow down I can’t catch on what you are saying “ his eyes went wide as he swivelled his head to look right at me “ Yeah I got you , just give me a damn second “ Then ending his call he returned and kneeled back beside me “ do you believe in miracle

Amaris whispered, her voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. I nodded, staring at my hands. She was right. "Yeah, I hope a miracle would happen as well." I said, silently sharing her sentiment. But deep down, I knew that miracles were rare, and sometimes we had to create our own destiny. She held my hands, giving me a gentle squeeze, and I turned to her, smiling softly.

I swallowed hard, my hands trembling as I stared at the basement floor. For years, I had begged for a miracle. And now I knew— The Moon Goddess had answered. I was the miracle. “A miracle that I had prayed for,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, yet filled with a strange sense of realization. The weight of those words settled deep within me. All those nights spent crying. The silent, desperate pleas. The prayers that I had thought had gone unheard. But they hadn’t. Something inside me had awakened that night. I just hadn’t known it.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

He thought it was over for him and that the sickness would probably take his life, he didn't expect that a miracle would happen. The atmosphere suddenly changed and even Mr. Pushkin noticed it. He knew the only person that has the power to change the atmosphere wherever he steps his foot on. That was his first grandson, Dmitry. Seeing Dmitry standing a step away from the door, he walked closer to him, "Dmitry, see... I'm better now." Dmitry squinted his almond shaped emerald eyes, "how is that possible?" "Well, a miracle Doctor healed me." The man twisted his body for his grandson to see that he was fine now. The old man was acting like a playful little child. He was so happy.

You're left so alone that you can't explain. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. Well, do I believe in that faint breath of a word that is called a miracle? It will take me some more convincing, but what has just happened is rather a good start. My dad just had a peak in his heart rhythm, which means that goddamn machine beat a bit faster than it has for the past three days.

“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.