Miracle Cure Novel Novels & Stories

The couple who sought medical help earlier had returned. A dozen or so people rushed in ferociously with menacing looks. Some of them wielded iron rods and a few carried hammers. The man was holding the woman, who continued to cough up blood and had fallen into unconsciousness. Blood was spilled like water. With the large number of people, someone accidentally got blood on them and kept cursing. "Oh, God. Wasn't this the woman who was cured by Lady Grisel just now? How did she relapse?" Someone whispered, "The Miracle Doctor said the treatment method was wrong, and she would vomit blood and faint within three hours. Did she get it right?"

The man had already moved back to his work chair. "You don't have to worry! Ethan can take and accompany you," said Jhony to his son's co-worker. He was no longer surprised to see the miracle. In fact, what was surprised him was when he was about to enter the room earlier, when he saw the coldest man scared the face of a foreign girl. "Yes. And I will also accompany you too during the check up," continued Anthony. Leona tried to place. She was feeling a little better than before. She leaked out one by one the people in the room. And she was surprised after realizing the presence of Jhony Regorge in the room.

“Selene? What is it? What’s wrong?” I hesitate. How do I tell him that the miracle we thought we’d found is a labyrinth with no clear path? Still, I force the truth out. “The book is full of antidotes… dozens, maybe more. Each one is designed for a different kind of dark magic. If we don’t know exactly what curse has tainted the water, we’re lost. We can’t risk guessing wrong.” Darian steps closer, brows drawn tight in confusion. “But isn’t that good? At least we have something to work with.”

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

“Never again. Never again. I promise you.” “We're forever, right, babe?” “Right.” Mirrie rested her hands on his bare chest, felt his heartbeat speed up under her fingertips. “Forever – and maybe even a bit longer.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Mac and Mirrie’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Secret Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #5), Curtis and Tessa’s story, is the next book and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

"Are you alright, Dr. Greenwood?" This place was familiar. Yes, I'd been reborn. In my previous life, my boyfriend asked me to teach his junior the ropes. She was a self-proclaimed miracle worker. Our first patient was a car crash victim who had to have his right leg amputated. Yvonne Melson, however, stopped me before I could perform the surgery. "That's irresponsible, Dr. Greenwood. We must do our best for every patient." I stared at the medical report that stated otherwise and sighed. But to my astonishment, after a week of completely unrelated massages from Yvonne, the patient miraculously recovered.

She lunged for him, but a wall of invisible, silver-white glass slammed into her chest, throwing her back against the rough-hewn stone wall. "It’s too late, Seraphina," Silas Thorne said, his voice now a rhythmic, grinding vibration that held no warmth. He stood before the Mirror, his skin taking on a faint, iridescent marble quality. "The 'Cure' has been administered. The North is no longer a graveyard. It is a 'Project'."

“Nevermind. There’s so much to do. We need to allocate beds and a bigger space. Maybe the ballroom could— “ “Don’t bother," Alex cut in, grinning. “They’ve been cured.” “Don’t talk shit, Alex," She hissed. “The plague is not a joke.” “I’m serious.” Alex grabbed her shoulders and spun her to face the hall. “Look. They’re all recovering. Hunter’s wife saved us.” “Tha—" Lucinda shook her head with a strange expression. “That impossible.” “Her blood is the cure," Alex explained, then turned back to me, pressing. “Is the confinement broken? Should I retrieve her from your chambers?”

“Because of the priceless gift you gave me, I’d grant you direction to wherever you want.” A million and one thoughts wander in my head, almost driving me insane. My heart keeps pounding, my lungs struggle to pull in air, and it feels like the sun has lowered right on top of my head. Pregnant? The doctor had told me after my childhood accident that I'd never get pregnant. The woman drops a map scroll. “That’s the road back to Westmoon. You can reunite with the father of your unborn child.” I pick up the scroll and stare at the place I once called home. Then, I hand it back to the old woman, my grip tightening before I let it go. “I’m not going back to Westmoon.”