Miracle Rhymes Novels & Stories

“Ok, I think we need to- before I could finish the sentence, I felt this glow surrounding my body. Before I could finish the sentence, I felt this glow surrounding my body and Cordell pulled me from his grip, pushing me back a few meters. The glow was turning blue. I feel myself standing on two feet. The sound of lighting appears then the wind blow I could feel the heat raiding through my body. I could not bear it no more. I howl to where it became deadly. Finally everything stops, when it was over I could see everyone bow in submission. “ Xyla what have we done?” “ I don’t know Mileena, but I feel our bodies are different. We are a lot stronger now the moon goddess has graced us with her gi

“For every promise made, for every dream yet to come, I will keep fighting.” And as the first light of dawn creeps through the window, casting gentle shadows across our entwined lives, I realize that miracles are not the absence of pain, but the courage to rise above it. Today, as I hold my newborn close and feel Alex’s steady heartbeat beside mine, I understand that our journey is far from over but together, there is nothing we cannot overcome. In the quiet aftermath of chaos, a new chapter unfolds a chapter of hope, resilience, and the undying belief that love, when nurtured with courage and unity, can indeed perform miracles.

He yelled. I looked back at George’s wolf just in time to see a sinister smile form on his lips and then I felt as if my body was being yanked from existence by a magical force. I heard a rhyme that I couldn't tell where it was coming from, it was like it was echoing in my head and I didn't know what it meant. "A glimmer of hope, can cause one to choke. The caress of a single tear, cracking glass in a mirror. Steady heartbeat,

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

my pulse started running more than the usual speed I dreamed of a miracle is this the miracle waiting for a miracle will it happen wait and see god works in mysterious ways or did he abandoned me patience is a virtue let nature takes it course some things can't be hurried or you may be flogging a dead horse it's like watching the paint dry time seems to go slow but being busy with other things then more quickly time does go the timing needs to be just right for a miracle to take place when god decides you are ready you will receive his grace is this the miracle of love am I alive did I came back for him suddenly my breathe started moving rapidly and I opened my eyes once again did his love p

For some reason a rhyme she clearly remembered she had learned as a child was repeating itself in her head. You merely open your eyes; I see love. You simply craft a smile upon your thin lips; I see delight. You step slowly, gracefully towards me; my heart goes on a rampage. You come closer and closer to me; I begin to have trouble breathing. You reach for my pale, delicate hand... I push you away. I slowly brush the hair out of my eyes as I'm turning around, away from you. Away from my fears. For I am afraid of loving again.

A body crashed on me with force. My back colided with the hard ground making a loud thud. The strong aroma of fresh laundry and vanilla was filling my nose. A loud shreek was filling my ears at the same time. "I can't believe it's actually you!" a high piched voice was dizzying.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Thus Miranda gently patted his back as she started to sing softly: On a rainy like this, I want to Stay close by your side With my hand in your warn palm Staying close to the warm furnace With my head on your broad shoulders The stormy cloud bore witness to my heart My heart is rest assured caused my heart seems to be at peace I don't want the night to end Welcoming a thousand changes of life... Miranda suddenly paused in her singing since the following line was "Having sex with a lover" Weren't these lyrics a bit inappropriate for the young?

The parchment shuddered. Freda lifted the parchment, the girls’ blood now glowing faintly against the page. She began the chant—ancient Yoruba, passed down through her maternal line. Pru joined in, her voice layering over Freda’s in Haitian Creole. Rita hesitated, then added her own words, a whispered incantation in Sesotho, gifted by Gogo. The languages wove together, a tapestry of sound and power. The parchment burst into flames, not burning but transforming—the ash swirling upward in a spiral of silver smoke.