Miraculous Truth Novels & Stories

"Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!" I trembled as I cried under the blankets, and Kevin continued to hold me. He cradled me gently, feeling as if we were back in the boat harvesting water lilies. The sky was clear, the water calm, and the water lilies in full bloom—those were the best days. That feeling of happiness now felt as if it was just yesterday. It was only after losing my health that I realized how precious life was. Craig must have heard the commotion inside the room, yet he did not disturb us. He only sneaked in to leave a package.

She nodded, and the relief on her face was obvious. I studied her for a moment. Money had never been a problem in my family, thanks to my grandmother’s business skills. I could only imagine what it felt like to have debt hanging over your head, affecting your quality of life, and then suddenly having it disappear. The relief and the small smile that appeared on her face made her even prettier. “Thank you, Mr. Torrens... I mean, Albert.” I smiled. “We’re quite a pair of lunatics, aren’t we?”

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

I left before he even realized—after bitch-slapping the hell out of him first, of course. Minutes after applying, I got a reply. Immediate response? Okay, universe, I see you. I answered at the speed of light. Of course I was free at 9 a.m. What else would I be doing? Finding another man who pretends to be perfect until he reveals he can’t locate my hotspot to save his life? Hard pass.

"They're strong, Laurence. With their help, we won't need to keep doing these pointless assassinations. The Nobles keep replacing whoever dies or absorbing the resources into the major families." "Fine." A magic circle spreads from the end of my staff, enveloping the floor. It was a little trick I created to never find myself in a situation where the truth would be hidden from me. A Truth spell that forces the truth forward. "Ask your questions." "May I turn around," asked Millo.

It was a refreshing sight, looking so endless, yet it felt ephemeral, unreal. He followed his gaze upon the white light that slowly seeped into one area and gradually formed into a figure, which he supposed to have belonged to a woman. And half of what was in front of him was suddenly covered in pasture and vibrant flowers of different colors, sizes, and inflorescence. It was then he realized he was standing on the ground, a bountiful ground.

I covered my head, feeling disoriented. Henry looked at me with concern. "Don't worry; he doesn't know anything. He just thinks you fainted due to exhaustion. "But, Mia, are you sure you don't want to tell him the truth about two years ago and your illness?" he asked. "No need. I'm afraid I'll forget everything in a few days anyway," I replied. Actually, it's nothing much. It was just two years ago, in the first month after Xavier lost his sight, that I was diagnosed with a rare illness.

“Because you might have discovered something we can use against Benedict. The Cursed Mirror allows people inside to have a glimpse of the truth they don’t know yet through illusion.” A glimpse of the truth? I recalled what I had seen back inside and I turned still, staring at Lucius’ back. No, it couldn’t be. My father would never tell me those things and it was impossible Lucius was my mate. We had been around each other for days now. If we were mated, we should have known it already. He must be bluffing. Or maybe the mirror doesn’t always work that way. “Nothing. I didn’t see anything,” I said and walked to the door, avoiding more possible questions he might throw.

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.

It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Vera stopped at the edge of the circle. "You must enter alone. Once you step inside, no one can help you. No one can interfere. Do you understand?" Miranda nodded, her throat too tight to speak. "The Moon Goddess will see everything," Vera continued, her voice carrying to the watching crowd. "Every truth. Every lie. Every secret your soul carries. If you are pure, you will survive. If you are corrupted, the light will consume you." "Comforting," Miranda managed to whisper.