Miraculously Text Stories Novels & Stories

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

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The bear gave a little curtsy at that and clicked play on the tablet once again. “One last thing?” “You’re certainly demanding, let’s hear it.” She teased, but her glee was evident. “I LOVE YOU, ARIA GRAY!” Aria gasped and the bear backtracked from the room, the screen displaying one last message. “I’ll see you soon.” “What just happened?” Hazel asked slowly and Aycin smirked inwardly, all the women in the room were in a daze. Trust his brother to dazzle the crowd wherever he goes. “I have no idea.” She whispered airily.

He explained that the Contractor was a powerful entity named Lucien. Isla read the words permanent cure and thought only of Elara’s smile. She snatched the pen, signed her name hastily, and the paper vanished instantly. Hours later, the hospital called: Elara was miraculously stable. All signs of the disease were gone. Isla felt a moment of pure, blinding relief, followed immediately by the cold dread of knowing a debt was waiting. She knew she had sold herself, but she had saved her sister. That trade was worth any price. She only hoped the price would not be collected too soon.

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

that I haven’t thought about myself. If this were really some W*****d kind of shit I’m in, then there must be something drastic to happen. However, when? What should I do? Yes, I’ve read fanfics about these kinds of stuff. But, I’m not them. I’m just an average human being. There’s nothing outstanding about me… If someone were to read this story, they’ll probably give up on the first few chapters. I mean, who wants to read a story about an introvert finally achieving her dream to escape reality and have something magical to her life?

Even I, as a friend, used to get messages like this before when I helped with her blogging but I had to stop when I realized how dangerous it is and how easily it would put Lily in danger. The second text had no text, just a video. The cover image was blurry, with pixels swimming together messed up like someone had taken it from across a dark room. But even through the grain, and the distortion, I could make out two things. Two disgusting things. A woman — who undoubtedly was Mira, with that frizzy curly hair that I could make out anywhere, even in my sleep — straddling a man. And oh heaven help me, she was…naked!

His shoulder ached with every step, but his mind was fixed on the note. They lied about your parents. It wasn’t the words that shook him — it was the thumbprint. Amber. The north well wasn’t a well at all, but a vertical shaft drilled deep into the bedrock, water glistening far below. An old rope winch and rusted pulley stood beside it, unused for years. The cloaked figure waited near the edge, hood drawn low. “You came,” the voice said — low, almost cautious. “Not much choice,” Killian replied.

This made him hurt and angry at the same time. He was hurt that she has been suffering silently without anybody to help her. He was angry that she did not trust him enough to tell him her troubles. What he saw was not an ordinary thing. He had never heard of someone's body parts turning transparent nor even heard about it. It was his first time for him such a miracle, or should he call it horror? " I'm sorry." That's all Mira could say as she stifled a sob.