Miraculous Nino Novels & Stories

You're that girl I see in posters that owns DCC. Me: That would be me. Riele Downs Mall guy: When I saw you in those posters I knew you were beautiful but seeing you up-close, you were hot and sexy as hell. 'Wow, he thinks I'm sexy' I thought excitedly. Me: Awwn thank you. I never got to know your name though. Mall guy: You're welcome. My name is Jayden Winters

Marco clenched his fist suddenly, but he didn't have a say this time. He nodded his head instead and turned to leave. He was the one responsible for this after all. His fiance was none other than Miracle Gonzalo, the only mafia princess of the Gonzalo Mafia Family. She was doted on and loved by everyone for her multiple skills in doing lots of things. Mimi, as everyone called her, and Marco had grown up together and when they came of age, they eventually agreed to get married. Marco had even called for an engagement party for them before she left Italy to complete her studies abroad.

Just being with her like this… it was so fulfilling. She could never imagine how much his heart swelled whenever she was around. She could wear the worst clothes in the world, or look like she just got out of a fight with a cat, and he would still think she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “Noah…” Camille said softly. She kept on chanting his name, and she looked like she was about to cry. “Noah…” “I’m here,” Michael reassured her, wanting so much to go there and offer her his hand to hold. But he couldn’t. “I’ll listen.”

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.

The poison had overreached due to his emotions, nearly turning him blind, but there was something extraordinary happening, something that held him in a trance-like fascination. Myla's eyes were fixed on his hands as her fingers danced gracefully through the air. Her touch seemed to conjure the moonlight itself, drawing it down in shimmering tendrils that enveloped Noah's injured body. It was a healing magic as old as time, passed down from the goddess of the moon herself.

Leonel When Miracle descended the stairs in a graphic tee with an anime character print (Naruto), I smiled to myself, feeling warm and giddy. But she was acting strange, and it didn't take me long to figure out why. When her friend, an emo-looking girl with vibrant, multicolored hair and piercings on her nostril and lower lip, walked downstairs, something snapped in my brain. Miracle's face was full of guilt, and my sixth sense told me they were fuck buddies. The thought caused my breath to shorten into a wheeze, and my brain froze for a split second.