Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

It was getting out of hand. “SILENCE” The King shouted. Everyone obeys and shows their neck for submission. “There will be no discussion of this matter as of now. It’s been a long, tiring day; we will discuss this another time. Sapphire and Jedidiah, it’s been a long day for you, especially for Mileena. You are free to leave” They both nodded walking passes the crowd before they walk further. Sapphire turn her head facing some of the pack members and said “Our daughter is not abomination. She is a miracle wolf” she turns back leaving everyone in their thoughts.

She would never understand this family’s cutthroat methods. Patricia was the only innocent one among the three, but she dreaded to think about what might happen once Greg and Christian tainted her mind with manipulative teachings. “Of course not,” Camille said quietly. “My loyalty remains tied to your family.” “Good. Then you’ll have no problem doing this little mission for me, right?” Christian said, his voice turning chipper. Which only meant that bad news was coming, Camille dreaded. “What is it?” “I want you to get close to Michael McGregor.”

Mirabel asked in a cracked voice. "Don't worry, both of them will be fine." Mother Mary smiled at her. "I brought you here because I needed you to see this. When the ceremony begins, you must request for the Blue Miracle to be brought out and used on both of them before any decision to slay one of them is made. " "Okay..." Mirabel took deep breaths and nodded her head in agreement.. Hopefully, this will work. .

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

The monster that has been haunting my dreams all these years pops up on the screen. Alexander Morelli the devil himself. Sitted behind his favorite desk in his office and on his favorite large chair that resembles a throne. Though he's aged with the years, he has still managed to maintain his good looks. A full face of grey hair, and his familiar crooked nose he'd always had. His cold eyes that bore into your soul and haunt you when you close your eyes. With a scar across his left left cheek that I gave him as a parting gift. He gazes into my eyes. The last time we locked eyes like this was when he was laying in a pool of his blood after I shot him five times. I was fourteen.

Where’s the damn girl code? Honestly, Mia is holding up pretty well for just doing a Julia Roberts and becoming the runaway bride. Her fiancé, Damon, will be losing his mind over her disappearing, mainly because his ego just got a big fuck you to the face. You see, Damon is one of those precious species known as a professional football player, a legend on the field. To all those who worship the ground he walks on because he can kick and catch a ball or something like that. He’s a man who no one says no to. Not even his gorgeous fiancée’s soul-sucking best friend. I never liked Tracy. There was always something off about her, like single white female off. But Mia loved her and because of that

(DEADLY SINS) TO a sinister smile that draws into HIS face, he comfortably sits and afloat unto the center of HIS sanctuary as the thousand mirrors with their distinct features, designs, and marks surround HIM. Starring somewhat blankly, yet not into space, the mirror around HIM reflected the choices, events, and scenes each of the characters in IT’s game is choosing. To the game that’s progressing rapidly and the desire of the main created souls are eminent and is being fed by the sins, HE disappointedly smiles as he observes everyone from his void. Yet.

Even the way she walks is magical, like he is floating. “What do you need me to do?” I ask. “Millicent has lost her powers, yet adopted mine. We would like to know why this is, or maybe how we could stop it,” Sinful explains. Maybe if you look inside her head you will be able to figure out whats wrong.” “There’s no guarantee that this will work,” I remind them both uneasily, as we walk into some kind of sitting area. Sinful and Millicent sit opposite Thought and I on the couch, a coffee table separating us.

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.

"I shouldn't have..." "No, you shouldn't have." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and straightened her spine. When she looked at me again, the vulnerability was gone, replaced by something harder and fiercer. "I need time to think about it." "Of course. Take whatever time you..." The door to my office swung open. Mirabel's voice came first, flustered and apologetic. "Mr Williams, I'm so sorry, I told her she needed an appointment but she just walked right past me and..."