Miraculous Trivia Novels & Stories

“After all, like you said, honesty is much better. So perhaps this will make things interesting.” “The truth? What is the truth?” “The truth is that Michael McGregor is in love with you.”

“Mattie, what kind of childish nonsense is that?” “It’s a popular spot around here. The Miracle Well is where hopeful individuals come to wish for miracles in their lives. They say that if you wish for a miracle there, or perhaps an impossible wish, there’s a good chance it’ll come true.” Matthew shrugged. “From what I heard, some wishes get granted, and some don’t. Sometimes, it depends on how desperate and sincere the person is.” Allison was unconvinced. “It sounds silly.”

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.

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

MIRA'S POV:- "The powers she just used were exactly like the powers Fredrick possessed. And Mira was gifted her powers by the late Mr and Mrs MacCarthy. And everyone in this courtroom knows that Fredrick's powers were nothing like his parents. He was different. He was a hybrid. And the main reason why I am called in this courtroom. Mrs Mira MacCarthy, that is what I would call her after knowing the fact that she is pregnant with Mr Fredrick MacCarthy's child." I gasped loudly as I heard what that old man said in the end. My eyes moistened up as I covered my mouth with my palm.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

I wanted to shower before, but now I had no desire to leave my room. I forced myself to shower. I dressed up and quickly left the room. I was already halfway to Mildred's room when I heard their discussion about fairies. I felt disgusted hearing them. I did want to hear more before I interrupted them. The shock on her face made her white as a ghost. I thought she was going to pass out again. When I asked her who they were talking about. It was Mildred that drew us out of our staring contest. "Mira was just telling me stories that she was told by her mother when she was little."

"Oh? Do you two know each other?" "Yeah, we've known each other for a long time," Erica replied. "I shot a promotional video for his company." Erica reminisced, "It was my first time shooting an ad, and Mr. Elysian helped me a lot. If it weren't for him, I might have quit modeling back then." "Why?" Candice asked. "I ran into some shady characters who spiked my drink. It was thanks to Mr. Elysian that I got out of there." Suddenly, Erica looked at Candice, her eyes flashing with recognition. "Oh, and wasn't it you who helped me get a room back then? I told you, I remember you used to work at Aether Corporation."

"We do not weigh requests based on reasons. But based on the truth in your heart." He raised one hand, and from the ground, a circle of light emerged. A circle of confession—an inner ritual used only to test those with traces of death spirits. "One step inside, and your heart will be opened. Truth and lies will be revealed not to us, but to yourself." Sua stared at the circle. A cold aura swept over her feet. Rai dismounted with deep concern. "Stop!" "Do not interfere," the monk cut in. "Violence will not save anyone in this land."

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.