Miracles Games Novels & Stories

I had never lost a mech in combat so quickly. A flash of red and gold caught my eye. I leaned forward in my seat, surveying my rapidly dwindling view of the battlefield. Impossible. A trail of explosions cut across the battlefield, heralding the arrival of a mech I knew far too little about. It was a small wonder my Regiment hadn't lasted a second-that blur of red and gold was the indomitable Exodus. I wasn't the only one in disbelief-a cry of alarm from Commander Harlow rang out over the comms.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: You're Nothing Compared to Her Miracle's POV I didn't realize I had fallen asleep while Hawk showered and woke up without him around. I yawned and stretched my body, feeling sleepy and tired all of a sudden. Where could he be? Is the second game starting already? But I'm sure he will wake me up because we will all be playing this round. I blinked the sleep away and dragged myself from the comfort of the king-sized bed. I can roll around it without falling, and at least eight people can sleep on it.

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.

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

"I'll find a new partner. Jamie can team up with Mum so she can participate in the games for a change." We all wondered who Jeanette's new partner would be, but Auntie Laurel seemed surprisingly calm. I overheard her telling Jamie, "We have to win, so I don't have to buy Conrad or Jeanette a car. I don't want either of my children to end up in jail or reported missing." As we gathered in the living room, Auntie Laurel announced the games for the night—charades, French culture, and painting. However, Jeanette's partner had yet to arrive.

Fortunately, someone shoves me out of their way, breaking me from the spell. I glance sideways to see that it's Landon Kitler – just another person I haven't seen in a while. Clearly, life hasn't been too good to him either. He's mumbling curses beneath his breath, as usual, as he slams open the door of the bar with an aggression that is petrifying. He fails to notice me, as well as the other eyes he's attracted, fearfully watching him. He somehow misses all the people jumping out of the way for him. It's like he's unaware of the power he holds. People are terrified of him.

His eyes twinkled with delight, and he smiled. "I don't have much time today, so let me get right to the point." His fingers had relaxed on her wrist, and his thumb glided leisurely over her pulse point. Her heart was definitely beating. It was most likely like a train under his fingertips. She remained still. She didn't even take a breath. She didn't want to miss out on the wonderful sensation of his touch. Did he realize how crazy his influence on her was? "I have a wedding coming up this weekend." She swears his lips twisted in disgust. "It's a family wedding." My brother is marrying in Marrakech. I'll be there Wednesday evening, which is why I won't be able to attend our Thursday meeting

The car made its way through the city, carrying her closer to a reunion that held a mix of anticipation and reluctance. As the vehicle entered through the imposing gates of Gray's Villa, Ezra found herself devoid of any discernible feeling. No surge of happiness, no pang of sadness—just a neutral emptiness. However, as the car approached the main gate, a figure came into view. It was none other than her mom, standing at the gate with an eager anticipation that mirrored the storm of emotions swirling within Ezra.

Pfft. Two quiet, metallic pops echoed through the rain, completely swallowed by the sound of the storm. The lead mercenary didn't even have time to raise his weapon or key his throat mic. Both rounds caught him directly in the center of his reinforced visor, the ballistic glass shattering inward as his body went entirely limp, collapsing backward into a deep puddle of muddy water. “Left guard is raising his carbine,” Malakai’s voice cut through, sharp and instantaneous. “Pivot ninety degrees. Now.”

Yet maybe this is exactly what I need - to face my demons head-on. I have to see her to know if she’s still alive after all these years. The thought makes my heart race, a staccato beat against my ribs. I step out of the steam-filled bathroom, wiping condensation from the mirror to stare at my reflection. My eyes are wide, a mix of determination and fear swirling in their depths.