Miracle Miraculous Novels & Stories

Camille asked, narrowing her eyes. Christian smirked. “Lucky for you, little lady, that this is a masquerade ball event.” She was surprised. “Oh?” “It’s a very important party for us businessmen. Most of the big names will be there to enjoy the event. Who knows? Maybe Michael McGregor will also be there if he favors parties like this.” She stiffened. He smiled. “A perfect way for you to do your mission, right?” “How do you think this is going to work?” she gritted out. “If you’re going to introduce me as your—”

We walked further and instead of pointing out the obvious, I chose better words and tried to be mindful of what comes out of my mouth. "Everything has a potential if you give it a chance, Hawk. If it doesn't work out the second time, then you can get rid of it." Miracle stated as she picked up a design that almost made me lose my freaking cool because of how ridiculous it looked. "Just look at me for example." I frowned and held her face before remembering her rule. "That is different, Miracle. You had a potential to begin with, but you were with the wrong people. You were always a masterpiece, but they failed to see it."

It felt like a miracle, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted as Charles reentered the office, holding out a document. "Boss, no need to retrieve another document. You tore the photocopy; this is the original," he informed me. Snapping out of my contemplation, I eagerly accepted the document, needing to confirm its authenticity for myself. As I examined it, relief hit me. "Thank goodness," I exclaimed aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I clutched the precious documents in my hand. This unexpected Miracle had presented me with an opportunity I couldn't afford to miss, and I was determined to make the most of it.

CAIN POV “ Cute? That’s a strange word to describe me. ” I gawk at Miracle who seems more than fine now. At least, she is fine physically but I can’t be too sure about her mental state. I know she is acting positive and happy, but it doesn’t seem too genuine. What she did out there must be haunting her even now. “ That’s the best word.. ” She shoots back with a lopsided grin on her lips. “ Whatever. ” I shrug my shoulders.

“Because I don’t know how to begin what I’m going to tell you... About your father.” “About Papa Ronald?” “No, baby, not about Papa Ronald.” “About my real father?” “Yes, about—wait, what did you say? You know Ronald is not your real father?” Miracle nodded. “H-How? How did you know? When did you know?” “Because you are not married to Papa Ronald. If you are married, he will be my real father.” I don’t know if Miracle is referring to blood or because Ronald and I are not married so she thought that. But knowing that Miracle thinks Ronald is not his real father makes me hurt so much.

Miracle said slowly, as though he was making sure that I heard every single thing that he said. "You shouldn't have been too rude to her, okay? There's no reason to be selfish and rude. She's your Luna and you should accord her due respect." Duke thundered, and I turned around, feeling his powerful aura emanate from him and I could see his brothers looking pissed as well. "What Luna? What about the woman that you promised to make your Luna?" Miracle sneered. My brows immediately furrowed because of what he said. The beating of my heart intensified and I felt a sting in my heart and a lone tear fell down my eyes.

A part of his soul. --- Mirage couldn't get enough of her " new " family. They were so kind, so funny, so caring...she couldn't believe how lucky she felt having such people in her life. And now that she knows how they all are, she also wanted to be with her better half, but unfortunately her mind didn't allow it. So instead of moping around and being stressed, she just focused on making her daughter, everyone around them and herself happy, helping them to enjoy and just living every second and every minute of every day.

One of the councillors — Elder Marrick, scarred from brow to chin — stepped forward, pointing a gnarled finger. “You’ve damned us. Every ledger, every prophecy warned against letting the First into flesh. Now it’s in you.” Killian’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment — only a moment — the shadows in the crypt bent with his gaze, pooling, thickening, as if they bowed to his attention. Marrick flinched, stumbling back. “I’m not it,” Killian said, quiet but sharp. “I’m still me.” “Are you?” Marrick spat. “Because I saw your eyes when you rose. I saw the vault answer you.”

One Last Moment Live each moment like it's the last moment in you life - Jim MacLaren ~***~ Reign’s POV Honestly, on my first day here, I instantly gravitated to him even if it was just arguing; it was damn entertaining. I guess it's the attention that I was getting that made it worth my while. It’s like a magnet and its object, no matter how hard you try pulling away, it hauls you back. It was great having someone who you could bond with naturally without any interference, nothing’s more amazing than that.

Yet now, he found himself kneeling in front of Kiran. "Mr. Fukada, are your legs uncomfortable?" the elder asked, offering Fukada an excuse. Fukada's face turned even more embarrassed, fluctuating between red and white, unsure of how to respond. The elder, seeing that Fukada didn't answer, chuckled and said, "If there is any discomfort, perhaps the Miracle Doctor could examine you." After speaking, he looked towards Kiran and continued, "Miracle Doctor, renowned for his dual expertise in medicine and martial arts, I believe can surely cure Mr. Fukada's legs."