Miraculous Friends Novels & Stories

It was probably because she felt so touched by his sincerity at that moment, a testament to their unusual friendship back then. Younger Hailey would never have imagined that she would become friends with the rebellious Michael McGregor. She even thought that he would loathe her for constantly scolding and disciplining him during their high school days. But he didn’t. Instead, he seemed to warm up to her through time, and he was never subtly hostile or annoyed at her like some of their schoolmates were. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t realize Michael was talking to her. “What?” Camille said, only just hearing the last part of his statement after coming out of her trance.

Amelia's POV Sometimes, I had experiences that, in hindsight, made me wonder if I had completely misunderstood the situation. Maybe I hadn't heard the conversation correctly. That was what I kept thinking about the conversation with Albert and Mr. Len. But every time I replayed the conference call in my head, I came to the same conclusion: Albert Torrens had asked me to fake a marriage to him for a business deal. But then I’d think that it simply couldn't be true. He was my boss. He was a serious, focused man with integrity. He couldn't have suggested that we travel to Italy to get married.

“Alec.” His eyes flicked to Mira, who offered him a dazzling smile. “Hi, I’m Mira. Kehlani’s best friend, business partner, and all-around protector. Also, the person who will publicly destroy anyone who tries to hurt her.” She tilted her head. “Just putting that out there.” Alec’s lips twitched slightly, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “Noted.” I set my fork down. “What do you want, Alec?”

The magic enveloped her, tightening and constricting. Beside her, Mira cried out as her body trembled under the grip of the power. Amora gritted her teeth, pushing herself to remain standing, to stay awake. She couldn't afford to make a mistake at this moment. Not while they were in such proximity. The markings on the scroll started to shine, throbbing with a mysterious, age-old power that enveloped the space. Amora sensed the magical bond between her and Mira, their abilities merging and becoming unified. She felt overwhelmed and consumed, yet she struggled to persevere.

They were all good things, I looked around to see almost everyone had tears in their eyes especially the warriors. It was Eulogy time, Beta Winston stood up from his chair and he spoke “Whispering Pines, thank you all for coming, as we send off one of our own to be with the moon goddess Sapphire Holland. Our dearest friend, the best head warrior, but most the best mother to her daughter Mileena. Sapphire was a remarkable woman she help train our warriors to the fullest, and if you ever needed someone to talk to she was there. It hurt my heart to see that she is no longer with us. I promise you Sapphire that we will all be here to help take care of Mileena. You don’t have to worry. Sapphire y

<<53>> * Some things should just be left in the past because it's already history. * **** ------ Mira. ----- The revelation left me stunned and full with wonder. I still found it difficult to comprehend that my childhood friend and my best friend are the same person. Like how much of a coincidence it really is. Or maybe it isn't really, because growing up I'd always preferred having make friends than females, partly because as an only child, I'd always craved having a male elder sibling, but never got.

Mira looked sympathetically at me. “You must have somebody stronger than they are,” she said. I frowned. “Is that even possible?” She did not respond on the spot. Rather, she was tapping her fingers on the table as though she was thinking. Then she said, “There may be one person.” I lifted my head. “Who?” Mira hesitated for a second. “Lucian Silverfang.” The name meant nothing to me. “Who is that?” I asked. Mira threw back her chair.

It's is hard to be a woman in this country, to be an Arewa woman is even harder. About twenty minutes later, just as I set everything on the dining, the door buzzes and I know they're back. I pick my mocktail mojito I mixed in a mason jar and pull the straw to myself to take a healthy sip. They pile in, Amal holding the prayer mats laughing, holding Abdul's mother's hand. I smile, they'll soon be chummy, I am quite sure of that fact.

, Pari asked to the children present near the slide. " No!! We don't know you!! You can't play with us ", a girl replied. " Ok!! I thought that I will share my delicious candies with my new friends but now you don't want to be my friend , it's ok I will find someone ", Pari asked with fake sad face and took out the candies from her pocket. Little magician knew that how to lure anyone. " Wait!! If you want I can be your friend ", A girl asked and stood beside her.

" asked Amy, a petite girl with red hair and white highlights in the middle of her back, and Soraia's best friend since she was a child, looking up with her bright green eyes of concern when she saw that her friend kept staring at this guy who was staring at her. -That guy came up to me, calling me Miranda and my love in a very strange way. -He mistook you for someone else." Amy smiled, but as she took her friend's hands she realized that they were trembling and cold. -Soraia, what is it?" asked Amy, a petite girl with red hair and white streaks down the middle of her back, and Soraia's best friend since she was a child, looking up with her bright green eyes of concern when she saw that her