Miraculous Pictures Novels & Stories

His handwriting was unexpectedly beautiful and elegant for a mysterious and creepy man. “You understand what this is saying?” “Of course, I made that – I mean, I am a powerful being, what can I not know?” “Tell me the truth. Are you really from this world?” Mir went silent for a while before he stood up and walked by the window. He raised his hooded head up in the sky and draw three human figures in the air. One was an old man, next to an old woman, and then finally a young boy. Rosine tilted her head and didn’t understand what was his drawing about. She guessed it must’ve been his parents.

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.

There were photographs-Mira, in only black lace undergrads, striking seductive poses for the camera. Thudding along, my heart. There ought to have been a note, but I didn't need one. Alexander. I grinned, looking at those photos. That will stop Mira once and for all if done properly. Perfect.

And when she woke up, Nimueh thought of something to do. “You look so pretty here, little angel! I’m gonna print these and make you your own photo album or maybe we’ll frame these and hang to the wall.” Nimueh was having fun doing photography to Miracle. She dressed her with the assorted colors baby dress that the three idiot friends bought. Yeah, at least those clothes came in handy. Miracle seemed happy because she always smiles like a real model. She has many photos of her and all of them were best even if they were all about Miracle sleeping, laying on her bed or just staring at nowhere. And why wouldn't they? The house is spacious and has many good areas to do the photography.

It means it’s only a matter of time before I get exposed. Oh my goodness! I’ve been a fool. I have let my lust consume me. I need to stop this now before it is too late. I suddenly looked around my environment. I was surrounded by a place that looked like a mini library but with books scattered around. I wondered why this place looks so disorganized. Suddenly, my eyes caught something. It was a picture of Mirabel in a glass frame. Although, the glass was cracked, she was obviously the one. She didn’t look white like a ghost. Her cool toned skin was bright and plump. She had more flesh and her face looked radiant.

"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

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

I saw a man smiling at me. "Who are you?" I asked, moving backwards. "Your worst nightmare" he said and almost immediately, he stretched his hand. I was surprised at what happened next. I've never experienced it...I only read it in stories and see them in movies. A red Ray erupted from his hand as he stretched his hand towards me. I panicked because I didn't know what to do but before the Ray could hit me, it bounced back. I widened my eyes in surprise and shock as Daisy appeared in front of me. The man clapped his hands

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.