Miracle Jim Craig Novels & Stories

The way his name came off her lips was ear candy—purely and wholly a magical word—the inflections in her voice unintentionally purred, and like magic, Marcus’ heart was racing like he had a runaway atrioventricular node. “You were brave in the first place to follow this guy,” Miria thumbed at the stupidly grinning Jim, “through an unknown canyon and up the side of a cliff after a killer. But trusting him to MacGyver you through that horrible storm last night—that took real courage. Even my sister wouldn’t have voluntarily done that, and she’s been head over heels for him since college.” Marcus shrugged, a shy smile tugging the corners of his mouth. “Well, I don’t intend we’ll be picking out

Yet, James killed him so easily. At that moment, Miguel was scared out of his wits. The idea of fleeing crossed his mind. He no longer cared about the treasure and tried to make a run for it. “Do you think you can escape?” James growled at Miguel. He activated Sacrilegious Ascension and quickly gathered the power of heaven and earth together. Miguel felt an invisible pressure crushing him as he was escaping. As if someone had stepped on him, he suddenly plummeted from the sky. Boom!

Jim. “We had caught all the mutant soldiers, some of them were dead”, he said. “Your plan is successful, your Majesty”, happily uttered Lt. Jim. Kris half smiled. “What is wrong?”, he asked. Kris tears fell from her eyes. “Your Majesty”, said Lt. Jim. “I fail”, she uttered. Kris could not stop herself from crying. Her heart was so heavy. “Is he dead?”, asked Lt. Jim. Kris just nodded her head.

No one would be around that part yet so I made my way over. I rounded the bend to where he disappeared. And I spot him, leg propped up against the retail shack's wall, his grey jacket discarded by a cart. The sleeves of his milk white shirt rolled up, just enough to show the base of his biceps. In one hand, he held a small white box and in the other, he fumbled with a cigarette between his fingers. Clouds of smoke flooding from his lips. I did take notice of the rise of his lips as he took another puff. I cleared my throat, making my presence known. "I heard you weren't supposed to be working today."

Bouncing the ball of flame on his palm three times, it started to float high above out heads, illuminating the place just enough for the two of us. I got a better look at my companion. He had grey hair and a large scar across his neck. Looked like a failed attempt to slit his throat. He has a lean body frame and some small tattooes on his fingers. They looked like triangles, but with all the blood loss I couldn't be sure. "Pepper is really gonna kill me this time. I told her you wouldn't---" "Wouldn't come back with another inury?" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the man's scream bonked me awake.

Luna did not know how to realign dislocated bones, so she lowered her head and took out her phone to contact a doctor from a nearby clinic. Meanwhile, Bonnie let out an exhale and inquired impatiently, “Ms. Jennifer, I know you must still remember me. Years ago, you paid two hundred thousand dollars to take my child from me…” This was what Jim overheard while he was opening his car door outside. Twenty thousand dollars? For a child? A contemptuous smirk played on his lips as he lowered himself into his car. When he was doing his research, Jim had found out that Bonnie Craig, the heiress of the Craig family, had once been poor and miserable. Despite this, he never thought that she would be so

I could recall that day in the rain, he shot someone, but I couldn't be sure, maybe I was hallucinating. I pulled out a business card I had been hiding and looked at it. Maybe he could help, but I was afraid of getting him involved, what if Miguel was really dangerous and gets him killed. ... My eyes met hazel green ones, they were entrancing and it was really hard to look away. He had this mysterious glint in his eyes that made you want to unravel him. As if he knew something I didn't. His dark hair was shaved low at the side and a little bit longer and curly at the top.

"I can’t do this, Zack." He wears a pitiful smile as his lips part. "Yes, you can, Alex. I told you this wasn’t going to be easy, but I know you’re capable. Your mom has faith, too. That’s why she fought through the past years, so she can bring you in now. She knows you’ll be able to do what she couldn’t; you’ll better her." He licks his lips and seems nervous as he lets out his next words. "If we manage to get Grant on our side, we have the upper hand. You have to…" he heaves a defeated sigh. "You know what you have to do." I remove my eyes from his, my breathing quickening as I open the first drawer of the desk and take out the photocard.

One contact got him involved with the mage and now the mage got him in contact with the contact? “I don’t think he can make sense of what is in his head. I’m not sure whether he knows why he did any of it. This could all be a flight of fantasy to avoid dealing with guilt and shame.” Craig said from the back of the small room. “He’s lost his mind. He keeps returning to the idea that there’s a sale on something about to happen, but it never occurs. Hector hasn’t told us what the package is so we aren’t sure what we’re looking for.”

He knew that just because Jackson was locked up didn't mean his criminal empire had crumbled. They could still be out there, seeking revenge.Taking a deep breath, Craig dialed his coach's number. Mickel had always been there for him, both inside and outside the ring. As the phone rang, Craig's mind began to wander, replaying the dangerous encounters he had faced with Jackson's men. "Hello?" Mickel's voice came through the other end, breaking Craig out of his thoughts. "Mickel, it's me, Craig," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of relief and anxiety. "I need to talk to you about something."