Miracles Games Novels & Stories

Ang mga games ay inihanda ng staff ng hotel para hindi na maabala pa ang nagpa reserve. Mirasol screamed in her mind, as an usher approached her and put on a blindfold, and then guides her to go infront. "huwaaaattttt? Owemgeeee diko kilala ang magiging partner ko. Babae kaya o lalaki? Ay shocks!! Kaloka talaga ang mga ganitong games! Pero dibale, ito nalang ang dadaluhan ko. Hindi na ako sasali sa mga susunod pa."

“If it’s a blessing then it’s not a misfortune and if it’s a misfortune then it’s unavoidable” Apart from the people watching the scene in the temple’s main hall a few others were also watching secretly, the king was watching from his palace through a magic mirror while all five utmost exalted elders were in another room within the temple also watching through a magic mirror, despite the difference in location they all had one thing in common and it was their stunned expression. Sword-saint Predator was feeling amazed at first when eight runes lit up but couldn’t help but feel a bit worried when ten runes lit but then all of a sudden twelve runes lit up and now he didn’t know if he should la

Finally, Maxwell couldn't help but ask, "So, what exactly is it?" I gave Logan a subtle gesture. He hit the remote again, and the black-and-white screen burst into a riot of color. The audience watched in awe as they saw images of Ashenford's buildings, its river, and the bustling streets—all projected in vivid color. But what about the round ball? With a smile, my other team member, William, raised his pointer stick and tapped the center of the city on the screen. Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city.

I'll have to beat him at his own game first. I shouldn't have fallen for his charms, but this man won't stop surprising me. He's like a fucking onion, and the more I peel the more layers I see. And damn it, if each layer doesn't have its own secret. Whatever game this is, whatever filthy game we're playing, a part of me tells me the more I play, the more I'm likely to lose. But as Monique says, sometimes even losing can be pleasurable. But what about winning?

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.

LEAH °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I was somehow still in utter disbelief even as time passed, because deep down in my gut, I had this nagging feeling that it was going to be my last game. But somehow, by whatever twisted, fucked up reason… I was still alive. Breathing. If I had a single word for what had just happened, it would be miracle. But I wasn’t stupid enough to believe miracles existed in a place like this. And even if one did, it wouldn’t have cost the life of another.

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

My younger sister, Mable Munroe, faked her illness to scam money, and her boyfriend, Kyle, faked being poor and disabled to test true love. No wonder they started dating each other! But outwardly, I quickly suppressed every trace of emotion. I pulled the blanket up to cover myself. My eyes reddened instantly, my voice trembling with sobs and disbelief. "You… We… How can we ever face Mable again?" When Kyle noticed the tears in my eyes—the tears I'd forced out—he froze for a moment, and a look of shame crossed his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen… The next item is one of a kind. A relic from the last generation of the Grey family.” Lola froze beside me. I felt it instantly. The way her hand fisted into a tight ball and the shift in her earlier demeanor. A lazy smile crept up my lips. “What?” she whispered, voice barely audible. I didn’t look at her. If I did, I might give too much away. Instead, I kept my gaze on the stage. Does she think it's possible to hide her father's disappearance without people finding out? Mafias are more dangerous than she would ever think and they might even try to haunt her.