Miracle Song Cascada Novels & Stories

And they was the reason why we never had any arguments. As a little more time passed, it got more difficult for me to keep chanting the spell. As for Mira, she scratched my chest too in excitement. She actually tore my t-shirt. She was never this bold before. She arched her back as she felt herself close to her ecstasy. "Don't cum now. Hold it. We have to cum together." I stopped chanting the spell as we were closer and warned her. She bit her lower lip and moaned loudly. It was an unsatisfied moan. Hearing that loud moan, I also reached the cliff of my ecstasy. "Cum now, baby." I growled at her as I thrusted my cock last time inside her pussy. She arched her back again and we both came at t

There are places waiting, hidden just beyond the fear, and every time you smile, I know the way is clear. So don’t forget to smile, even when you’re tired and afraid, your smile invites me to an ideal world we haven’t made… yet. $$$ «Remember to smile, there are still beaches left to find…» The song wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was gentle. Almost whispered. I recognized the voice—and the words pierced through me with unexpected clarity. «Remember to smile…» Mom used to sing that part slightly off-key, exaggerating the word smile like it was a spell. She said that as long as there were beaches left to walk and places left to discover, life would always have an exit.

"I am afraid of being too happy, Hawk. I can't afford to be too happy. I'm afraid that... something might happen and take this happiness away from me." "I feel the same way, Miracle, but we can't let fear get between us and prevent us from being happy. Happiness comes and goes, but I guess what's important is you always choose happiness over sadness. Let's make this real, yes?" Miracle copied me, reaching for my face, tracing it with her fingertips and I closed my eyes, letting her. When she reached my lips, I opened my mouth and lightly bit her finger, making her giggle. "Promise me you will always listen to me before anyone else."

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

It was a miracle. “Oh, I love this song,” Gia murmured. She closed her eyes and swayed to the music. I followed her lead, not giving a fuck who was watching us. I recognized the track as Fleetwood Mac’s “Seven Wonders”, and my heart squeezed with nostalgia. This was my mom’s favorite song, and by the way Gia was singing along to it, word perfect, I guessed it was hers too. If I could pick one moment to freeze and relive forever, it would be this one.

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone’s eyes turned to us. I maintained my smile, giving nothing away, not even a hint of anger. Meanwhile, Quinn pranced around like a little dog with its tail wagging, eagerly showcasing her newfound closeness with Serena to anyone willing to notice. It was as if stepping on me would somehow elevate her standing. "That’s great, my dear Quinn! I’ve been hoping for someone to help me out!" I warmly grasped Quinn’s hand, my eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Of course, I was thrilled for someone to take over the mess I’d left behind.

And for the first time in millennia, the symphony was tuning itself again. “The song is healing.” The Geode-Singer’s thought-voice concluded. “But it is young. Fragile. It needs many voices to grow strong. You have united the wolves. That is one choir. There are others.” It was an overwhelming, glorious revelation. Our struggle, our victory, our little Vale… we were a single, vital note in a concerto of cosmic scale. “Will you… join us?” Mira asked, her healer’s soul yearning for connection.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON I woke up to the sound of soft chirping birds, the pitter-patter of sensuous rain on the windowsill, the sound of A beautiful sweet mellow filled the whole house. I got up and excited the bedroom and went downstairs as I entered the living room, my smile grew bigger. Gabriella was sitting at the huge, shining white instrument , coaxing impossibly soothing melodies from it. She seemed lost as her fingers flew over the keys like a single cloud alone in the sky

She would use many cute tactics to find him and subtly catch his eye. And soon enough, by some kind of miracle, Samuel McGregor noticed her. Pamela wasn’t the most gorgeous girl in school, nor was she the smartest. But she had this soft, angelic voice that instantly caught people’s attention. She was a member of the choir, and whenever she sang, people would stop to listen. She wasn’t the explosive type who could hit any high note. She was more suited to sentimental ballads. And Samuel McGregor was one of those who was captivated by her voice.

I had never imagined I’d be serenading someone. In the rain, for starters. But I did. I sang as loud as I could so she would hear. The resonant sound of the guitar floated through the serendipitous background music of dripping rain. I sang the words of “Living Miracle” with the unique charm of my lighter weight voice plus a generous helping of the warm, smoky low register that I knew Sol loved. | {Beauty is skin-deep but not you}