Miraculous Marichat Novels & Stories

" Also, I need to talk to Janice because I really wanted to know what the customer looked like so I can talk to him in case I recognized him. I'm dying to know what is the real reason behind his bribe. " Mariah took a deep breath and let Catalina do whatever she wanted to happen. She still struggles to figure out how this young woman's brain works. She couldn't predict what would come out of her mouth because her facial expression sometimes didn't match what she had to say. Catalina is an unpredictable woman she met.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

Uriel Mariah stood up to wash her hands in the sink. I stood, holding my arms around my stomach. My tummy continued to have those funny ‘cramps,’ as Mariah called them. “You need to stay close to Lucifer, Okay?” Mariah’s smile didn’t stretch like it had been. “Being close to your mate makes the pain go away. You can even have his hand lay on your stomach. That makes it much better.” Mariah turned back to the sink, pretending to concentrate on her hands, but I knew better.

As Daniella turned and walked away, a sense of betrayal and anger boiled within him, forcing him to confront the harsh truth of Marissa's relationship with Efrain. * * * Marissa, Carlos, and Demitrio entered the lively local market, surrounded by a vibrant mix of sights and sounds. Colorful stalls filled with Mexican culture and tradition stretched out before them, inviting exploration. The fair buzzed with lively energy as merchants proudly exhibited their wares and artisans displayed their talents. Marissa's eyes widened with wonder as she admired the diverse offerings, from intricately woven textiles to handcrafted pottery embellished with vibrant designs. Amidst the hustle and bustle, th

Then, she quickly shot out millions of colorful lights at a terrifying speed, surrounding the red-haired James. The next moment, Marci’s triumphant smile resounded from the projection. “It’s the Waitara Path’s soul spirit! Legend has it that whoever devours his soul spirit will acquire half of his strength! I didn’t expect it to be real!”

The worst possible outcome. Nun Charlotte stood there, her eyes drifting between Jose and me. She wasn't wearing her usual habit. She wore a simple grey nightgown and held a lantern. “Mariella?” She spoke. “Yes, Mother,” I responded on instinct. “It's a shame this is the route you chose over giving your life to God,” she said. I felt a prick in my chest. “You thought it was wise to dabble in the affairs of the world. Now look where that got you.” She said, her words full of pity and a little bit of spite.

I quickly finished placing the napkins and hurried toward the kitchen doors so he wouldn't catch me staring. Mateo sat at the head of the table, his eyes tracking my quick movements. He found himself looking at the curve of my waist as I moved away. Last night, when he held me in his arms, she had felt so light, so soft. A sudden wave of attraction hit him, but his pride quickly choked it down. He was an Alarcón. He could not be seen looking at a maid. He pulled out his phone, masking his thoughts behind a cold, blank face. Moments later, the Patron and Diego joined him. I walked back out with a heavy tray, carefully dishing out the plates of traditional Spanish eggs and seasoned meats. My h

Zane’s voice followed, low, patient, and still too attractive for a man sitting on the floor teaching a three-and-a-half-year-old about gravity. I lounged on the couch, legs stretched out, TV remote in one hand and a slice of watermelon in the other. Maritza sat beside me, a green face mask making her look like a glamorous alien. On the screen, a telenovela titled Lágrimas de Venganza showed a woman dramatically discovering that her long-lost twin was actually her husband. “Nice,” Maritza said, crunching on chips. “At least they were honest before the wedding.”

I poured myself a glass of the amber liquid, ignoring Leo's horrified gaze. "Dude, that's messed up," Leo said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You can't just marry someone you've only known for a few days. It's not right. I mean we're talking about your future Luna here. How could you be so reckless?" "Isabella is my mate," I downed the liquor in one gulp and let the burn distract me from my seething rage. "And I assure you, there will be no problem."

During this time of visions and stress Marie found out she was with child her second child to Theodore, It was a moment of great joy for the couple and their growing family. Unfortunately, it was not all well for the happy family. Marie tragically was to give birth to their third child a still born. The little girl took Maries heart with her and with that her power too. Lucile Patrice Amy Charlton was what Marie and Theodore named her. Their love for that baby shattering their hearts. Marie made weak now could only receive strange visions in pieces broken up and incomprehensible. All from a time she assumed would be the future. She no longer produced her free flow of magic. Her visions no lo