I Can Work A Miracle Novels & Stories

' We need a miracle. We need help.

And I am too luxurious not to be noticed. - Yes, luxurious woman, I wish you good luck. “You’re not going to miss this chance, are you?” — I don’t believe in miracles: rapid career growth without consequences for your own ass is impossible. “I don’t see anything wrong with someone encroaching on your ass,” Julia assured with an absolutely serious expression on her face, “that’s where the true miracle is.”

Mark's hand shook against the floor, his whole body tight like he wanted to block every word out. Mandy crouched low, red-eyed and bitter. "You wanna know her biggest wish now? "She said nothing matters anymore. All she wants is to divorce you and vanish from your world forever." Mark's eyes snapped open, disbelief crashing over him. Mandy stared straight through him, her voice like ice. "Mark Fletcher. Mister Powerful. Then tell me—why?" His head throbbed like it was cracking open. Cold seeped through him, and he couldn't stop shaking.

As my wife. DEDICATION: "To all those who thought they were too broken to heal. Miracles happen, wait for your turn." I hope you love reading this book. And be ready for lots of jealousy, I mean a lot. Thank you. A. Gupta

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

"No. I will be going to work from here. I can't take her with me. I will get fired." "Work?" I furrowed my brows slightly. "Yes, work." "Bitch, you mean to tell me that after seeing this miracle money in your fucking bank account, you still want to go back to work?" I scoffed. "The fucking money is not mine." "Oh Good lord," She said, looking up at the ceiling. "Why do things like this don't happen to us sensible people?" "Are you saying I don't have sense?" "Not even a pinch." I shook my head in disbelief.

Cain doesn’t answer and this is enough to tell me that he doesn’t have a positive answer anyway. I turn my head back towards the window, negative thoughts resurfacing in my mind. What now? That’s the most dangerous thought in my mind in this moment. “ Can’t we tell her a lie? ” I mumble under my breath, sounding like an idiot to even myself. “ She is the secret keeper, Miracle. She can tell what’s a truth and what’s a lie. ” He replies calmly, instead of telling me that I am acting like a stupid woman right now.

Instead of it shattering as it did in the previous nightmare, it cracked and maintained a cracked screen, which also mysteriously occured on the faces of the other eleven mirrors, as if the one in front of me was a master copy, while the other eleven served as an imagery copy, but they all looked so real to me. I became drenched with terror, but definitely not as scared as what was about to happen next, it was one of the most frightening scenes I had ever seen. All the twelve mirrors, at the same time, began gushing out blood from their cracked faces. I could hear painful cries from the multiple voices of what sounded like that of a man’s voice, only for the fact that it kept echoing so lo

"Oh, Baby..." "For me, like I don't deserve to get something by just waiting or hoping. If I can get what I want in that way, then it's a miracle. However, every magical thing also always has a price and maybe in the end I will regret accepting what what I want without trying, because of the price I have to pay afterwards." "...." "Tell me, honey, have I worked hard enough to deserve this miracle? I'm afraid this is too much for me to accept. Am I worth for every happiness you said? Or this is just temporary?"

Miracles. I don't have faith in them. You either get fortunate or you don't, and that's how it works. Miracles are simply massive quantities of unadulterated luck that have been branded inaccurately and erroneously. Receiving such incredible fortune and then attributing it to divine favor never set well with me. It wasn't a miracle that I passed both the trigonometry and calculus exams in college without studying; I just got fortunate with the multiple-choice questions. In the same manner that someone is fortunate to win the lottery. It all boils down to simple, stupid, and foolish fortune. No miracles are involved.