Miraculous Funny Mga Nobela at Kwento

She said wild eyed. I chuckled. “No,” I helped her get up. “Guys, look.” Sil pointed at the wall where the black hole first appeared. A ring formed in the wall, a crowded street was on the other side, as if it was some sort of wormhole or something. No one seemed to be paying us any attention. “The Ackbeth.” Luna said with a smile playing on her lips. The place looked like a normal market. Vendors here and there shouting out what they have. Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms.

Livable. She met Mira again, months later, in the same café where they had once talked about quitting pace instead of jobs. Mira looked different, not transformed, but lighter, like someone who had set down a heavy bag without realizing how long she’d been carrying it. “I did it,” Mira said, smiling nervously. “I stopped pushing.” Serena raised her cup. “And?” “And nothing dramatic happened,” Mira laughed. “Which somehow feels like the miracle.” Serena nodded. “That’s usually how it goes.”

"Exactly enough." I turned toward the full-length mirror, catching my breath. For a fraction of a second, the woman staring back at me looked radiant, vital, and whole. Then I saw movement in the reflection. Leonard had emerged from his study, stopping at the edge of the hallway. His eyes landed on me. For a fleeting, heart-stopping beat, something flickered across his icy features, a sudden, unbidden flash of surprise. His gaze traveled down the dark green silk before returning to my face. I held my breath, a tiny, foolish seed of hope stirring in my chest.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

I nod and she sees me looking at myself in the mirror. "You know Arlo doesn't see a cancer patient when he looks at you. If you need help you have friends to help you get through whatever you decide. Model Perfect has you under contract but if you can't fulfill their expectations does it even really matter? Why don't you model for someone else?"

Clove said with amusement. Miras' brows pinched together as her mouth contorted into a frown. "Did you just say 'shitting crickets?'" "I did." Mira threw her head back and let out a belly-rubbing good laugh. "Is that Light Oracle for freaking out?" She asked her mother as she started to sober from her little outburst of laughter.

She quickly took off her own socks and shoes and ran after him. ‘Sorry, Raven.’ Uncomprehending, his steel-blue eyes passed across her face. 'Sorry?' ‘I never wondered why you came here. In Omem house, I mean. What happened to you. You were just there and I thought that was a anormal thing, ‘she rattled. Raven laughed. His whole face lit up, insted looking quite serious and closed down. That also made him look much younger. ‘You are one something Magna Luna. Well, luckily I am a normal thing. ‘

“Ye-hey!” I just couldn’t stop what Alex was saying, and he was promising a Miracle. I can’t bear to see Miracle in a state of sadness again. . . I ALMOST CRIED OF JOY after I saw Miracle happy again and not mad at me when the three of us were together. She even hugged me many times, and I felt so happy. I felt like doing what Alex told Miracle we ate at every fast-food chain that Miracle liked. “Mommy, where are we going?” Miracle asked while we were on our way home.

Yet now, he found himself kneeling in front of Kiran. "Mr. Fukada, are your legs uncomfortable?" the elder asked, offering Fukada an excuse. Fukada's face turned even more embarrassed, fluctuating between red and white, unsure of how to respond. The elder, seeing that Fukada didn't answer, chuckled and said, "If there is any discomfort, perhaps the Miracle Doctor could examine you." After speaking, he looked towards Kiran and continued, "Miracle Doctor, renowned for his dual expertise in medicine and martial arts, I believe can surely cure Mr. Fukada's legs."

Getting me close to the President's son or some other rich person's son. And selling Belle's expensive shoes? No, I won't. That's forbidden money. I can't take other people's money to cover my own problems. There were different ways, I was sure there were way out.. and, I don't know, maybe all I was doing was waiting for a miracle? "I think I need alcohol or sleeping pills to make me pass out." I said. "Me too," **