I Can Work A Miracle Novels & Stories

' Mirabel asked feeling suddenly uneasy. Mira raised her eyes upwards, rolling them in exasperation. 'You are stressing me right now and yes, she said I should keep from anything that gives me stress and you are giving me that. So I'd better get going. I need to sleep awhile and it would not be good for your boss to find me here. It would seem like I am stopping you from doing your work, afterall your day off work was just yesterday. But I have decided to quit my job. So that you can have more peace in your mind but I shall increase my exercise, feeling better now?'

I had used my skills, my knowledge, my weird genius brain, and I had given him back his sight. He might never thank me. He might never even know. But I knew. And for tonight, that was enough. I fell asleep with a small smile on my face, the first real smile in a very long time. In the morning, everything would go back to normal. I would be invisible again. Cassian would be Cassian again. Nothing would change. But for now, just for tonight, I was the Miracle Doctor, and I had done a miracle.

"I’ve saved our home—I have enough money to sort out all mother’s problems and give her back her self-respect and security." She sighed before saying, "That would take a miracle." Miah was convinced that her sister was wildly exaggerating the case. "In today’s world, you have to compete, work very hard, and make sacrifices to bring about a miracle.” When Mirabella mentioned making sacrifices, something completely out of character for her, Miah glanced at her sister, troubled. "I don't get it." "It's complicated. I had to use your identity," Mirabella confessed, lifting her chin defiantly despite her twin's shocked stare. "You have the university degree I needed to meet the criteria for my ap

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. Is this hope? Is this faith? Yes, accept it.

"While driving to work, I was able to schedule what I was going to do that very day. Work didn't feel like a chore. I organized and planned the things I needed to do, from a to z. Anyways, when I was at work, I rechecked the outputs I did prior, and I was surprised since despite all the hard work of editing, checking, and rechecking, I skipped and made several mistakes. And I managed to change them with creative corrections that could encourage my authors to work well. "Anyways, what I mean to say is that you shouldn't... I'm sorry that I think of dictating you what to do," she cut off what she was about to say, and he let out an amused chuckle, motioning her to keep ongoing. And she did. "I

Kian stopped and looked at me as if I hurt him, " Mira. I know you must be thinking that I am a freak. But trust me I don't know how I did what I did that night. It had never happened to me before. Nor can I do it again as I please. I have tried. Nothing happened. " he said.

"Dude, what the fuck? I strongly disagree." "Why not? Is she not human? "She is, but your worlds are different. The social class is so parallel that they can never meet, plus the circumstances behind your relationship with her.” "That is your business," I said with a nonchalance. "It's enough that I love her and she cares for me." "You're making a huge error and I see a backlash. What happens if this girl turns out not to be who you believe?" "Come on, prophet of doom. I'm happy to have met Miracle because she is an open book. She makes me happy.”

As he helps her into it, Ella jumps up and takes the spot beside her sister, looking through the things Margie's left. As we get outside, Margie apologizes. "You’re fine young men and I’m sorry if I’ve upset y—." I raise a hand to silence her. “You’re certain that phrase works? To reset him and nothing else. It works?" Margie peers at me hard for a long minute. "'Only by the work of Grace can we be worthy of our Lord'. Memorize it. It works every single time. So you do believe me?"

It was as if he knew exactly the right time to be serious in work matters and when to be lackadaisical. At the same time, as his secretary, Camille found it difficult to predict his moods. It was like waiting for a time bomb to either defuse or explode the next moment. If there was anyone in the world Camille couldn’t read at all, it was definitely Christian Callahan. ‘Let’s hope that things will go well with the R&E deal this month,’ she hoped. In times like these, immersion in work was always the best solution. More of a distraction, but still effective for her. Anything to take her mind off her silent fear.

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,