Mañanas Milagrosas Novels & Stories

Grace’s heart pounded with nervous anticipation as the car pulled up in front of the grand entrance to the charity event. “Be still, my heart.” She whispered. If this was some other day when she wasn’t so tensed and nervous, she would have thrown her head back and laughed at the ridiculousness of her words to steady herself.

I'd grovel, apologizing for things I hadn't done, desperate to keep him. Then my mind drifted back to those early days when we were still a sweet couple. I'd curl up against him, sharing silly stories from my day and laughing about our friends' dramas. We'd sprawl on the couch, binge-watching TV shows while eating popcorn. Those moments felt like a dream from another life. Then Megan came back, and it all unraveled. His texts stopped first, replaced by curt replies, then single digits. I kept trying until my enthusiasm was depleted. My efforts didn't change anything. Our interactions became fewer and fewer. Our chat was updated once every few months.

The manila folder sitting on Ezekiel’s desk might have looked thin, but what was inside was substantial. He found himself staring at a high-res photo fixed to the first page. Vespera Nightingale. The woman in that picture had a sharp, alert gaze that felt completely unfamiliar.

While the surrounding was enlivened by the single light coming from that thing, a young man received the woman. “It's been a long time,” the young man said with strange light, “Milagros.” “I'm here for the Exalted One,” was the replied. “Please, follow me,” the young man appeared to be annoyed by not even given a single glance, even to adress for who he was. Was it hard to even say, his single syllabolic name? But then, Milagros suddenly halted, looked at him as if reminding something, “Are you familiar...with that Bloody Moon?”

Namangha sa mga estatwa at mga kakaibang nakaukit sa kahoy, mga taong kanya-kanyang nananalangin at nakikipagusap sa panginoon. " Sa dami ng nagdadasal, lahat kaya sila napapakinggan ng Diyos?" - tanong ni Mila sa sarili. Umupo siya saglit at nagpatuloy magmasid, pinapanood ang iba't-ibang anyo ng mga taong pumapasok at nananalangin dito, nakita niya ang isang matandang nakaluhod habang may hawak na rosaryo, nakapikit ang mga mata nito at bumubuka ng maliliit ang bibig, sa bandang gitna ay napansin niya ang isang babaeng galing sa palengke dahil sa hawak nitong isdang sinusundan ng langaw, isang matandang lalaki kasama ang naka wheel chair na anak at pinapahid ang bimpong puti nito sa kata

she said, nudging me with her elbow, “what are you wearing for Tharos Menae tomorrow night?” I blinked, confused. “Tharos what?” “Tharos Menae,” she repeated like it was obvious. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it.” I gave her a sheepish look and shook my head. “I haven’t. What is it?” Mira gasped like I just told her I’d never heard of the moon. “Oh my goddess! Katrina, it’s one of the most important nights of the year—especially here in Red Moon!”

She explained to me what it was: A manananggal is a witch that visits village after village and hunts at night. What she likes to feed on our unborn fetuses. When she's hungry she separates from her body with just the torso, then her back sprouts wings and flies, leaving the lower half behind. Once she finds a suitable victim, she alights on the house and inserts her tongue through the roof. The tongue is long, hollow, and very flexible. She uses it to puncture the womb of the sleeping pregnant woman and suck out the fetus. She is a beautiful woman in her human form; she seduces and lures men to her lair and eats them alive. To destroy her, one should search for the lower torso that she leav

Everything just felt so numb. "By doing this, you are only torturing yourself and those who love and care for you. By doing this, you made us feel as though we already lost you when you're still with us. Instead of acting like this, instead of slowly killing yourself, why don't we treasure every moment l-left with each other, hmm? Everyone misses you, dear. I just had you back, Miracle, will you really let me lose you like this? Don't you want to walk with Mommy like the good old days?"

Hilena received flashes of memories she had experienced when she grew up on the full moon yesterday. Hilena remembered the man's name; Marek, he called Marek. Watching the man's sleeping so deeply, Hilena can't help but smile. She remembered the man's gentle act towards her yesterday night. Her first time doing intimate acts and so lucky to meet this man made her feel glad. She really is lucky to have a beautiful man as her first man. Hilena feels her body's condition slowly and can feel that she was being cleaned up by someone before. Smiling, guess who's the one cleaning her body making her feel happy deep inside.

Milli lied to herself and rubbed the tears that she refused to let fall out of her eyes. She eased herself down in a chair and stared at the gingerbread nativity on the desk. She tried not to think about what it meant every time the monitor beeped, as long as it stopped beeping, it was fine. It would be fine. For the rest of the week, ‘it’s fine’ became Milli’s mantra. Two words she lived and breathed by as her heart begged for healing for Charlie. She was a good person and had suffered enough. It was her turn to be blessed and it was Christmas, a time for miracles.