Miraculous Funny Novels & Stories

There is silence until Kimora flatly says, "No, you are not." Malisha rolls her eyes. Of course. Of course her friends are not going to let her get away with that. Mirabel tilts her head head skughtly studying her as if she is trying to peel her apart layer by layer. "You look like you just walked out of your funeral." "You are being dramatic," Malisha mutters. "I mean Mira is accurate," Iris softly says. "Well, I might be getting ready for the funeral," Malisha whispers, and her flat joke does not make her friends laugh. Instead they glare at her, and Mirabel says, "Don't you ever say that again."

he asked narrowing his eyes, I walked to the mirror this time holding it and checking it "I didn't find anything odd about it but I still feel it is different in a magical way, I think it's me who just canton use it" I said keeping it gently, I lifted it up a little and I could see his reflection on it he didn't seem satisfied with my answer "why do you look like you don't believe me" I asked still looking at his reflection, he looked surprised and I felt as though I had read his mind in the mirror, I was right then, the mirror was magical. Only it was a mind reading mirror, "what did you I came here?" I asked looking at his reflection on the mirror as I waited for the mirror to do its thing

> “Trying to. Mimicking. Maybe… learning.” Mira swallowed. “Great. So we’ve created a magical toddler with attachment issues.” > “You say that like it’s funny.” > “It’s either laugh or panic, Adrian. I’m choosing laughter for now.” But even as she said it, the mirror rippled — and a voice that wasn’t quite hers whispered from the reflection: > “Don’t laugh at me.” Mira froze. “Did you—?” > “Yes,” Adrian said grimly. “I heard it too.”

I said. Mira looked at me. "What did he say?" "He said he always looks dangerous." "What did she say?" "That he looks like he's trying to look dangerous," I said. "Which is different." Mira looked at the fountain for a moment. Then she laughed. Not cautiously. Not the careful, testing laugh of someone getting used to feeling safe enough to be unguarded. A real one full and genuine, the laugh of someone who had been carrying too much for too long and had found something light.

How I didn't pass out was a miracle. Unable to take it anymore, I asked them, "Just how long do we have to keep walking?" My words coated with exasperation. "We're almost there, lazy bag," one of them answered, arousing laughter from the rest of them. Their laughter was suddenly met with a loud growl of a beast, and gradually, their laughter began to die down. One after another, they turned towards each other and asked, "What is that?" The youngest of them asked, the fear in his heart ringing in his voice.

“Oh I’m sorry. I know you think I’m weird pouring out my worries to a total stranger.” “No.. I think you’re going through so much and I don't mind being here. “Okay. So why are you here?” “My mom’s ill. She is getting better. That's why I can go and have soda breaks with a cute stranger. I'm Jeff, by the way and you're?” “Mira..” “Well it's nice to meet you Mira.” “You too Jeff.” “You look oddly familiar though. “Do I?” I ask sipping my soda. “Yes. Likeee… the Phoenix. You're HER aren't you?”

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

Mirabel was a loner and even though she didn't talk to too many people , she really liked Sandy because when she was called a witch my other students and when she was neglected by them, Sandy would always make her feel special. Sandy would walk up to her to tell her "Mirabel you're amazing and these people don't matter, tejir opinions don't" when Sandy died Mirabel learnt teh magic of Zura. Magic if Zura is a magic spell that brings the dead to life in different way. For Mirabel, it made Sandy spirit alive . Sandy wasn't entirely happy that Mirabel did this but she was grateful regardless . Sandy can only allow you see her if she wants to that's why she never showed herself to her siblings b

—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:

"They were not originally kings in our world, although one went on to be. The two kings were rulers over the creatures that inhabit Pro Speculuorum. The creatures, very human in appearance, are called Miraculum, it means 'object of wonder,' named as such by humans who were captivated by these beautiful and mysterious creatures, looking upon them with fascination. See Cooper, when human beings look in a mirror, they hope to see the best, most ideal, version of themselves looking back. The Miraculum are this ideal, they are the best possible reflection of humans, a seemingly perfect version. They are beautiful creatures to behold, intriguing in their mystery and charm, charismatic smile and ey