Miraculously Text Stories Novels & Stories

Twenty-seven messages. Four voicemails. My stomach dropped. Mary: WHERE ARE YOU? Tonia: The makeup artists are here. Sarah: DAISY PICK UP YOUR PHONE. Sarah: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE DEAD… The date at the top of my screen finally registered. Wedding Day. "Oh my God." I shot upright. The room spun immediately. "OH MY GOD!" My wedding. My actual wedding. I was late to my own wedding. I threw the blanket aside, making to step out of bed. However, one step forward and I froze. My hands shot out to cover my mouth, stifling the scream that was just at my throat.

She made a small incision right above the bulge. ​From the open gap, a thick, grayish mucus flowed out, followed by the small head of a shiny white worm. It was already nearly the length of her hand, writhing wildly. ​Without hesitation, Sua grasped it with a clean cloth, then pulled slowly. The veins in her hands stood out with the effort. Rai, who was nearly holding his breath, stood up slowly, realizing that what he was witnessing was no ordinary task. It was the composure of an assassin… and the love of a daughter.

Candice could not say much but expressed her gratitude with a smile as she said, "Thank you, Mr. Clark." She took out her phone. "If you don't mind, can I add you on WhatsApp? I really like the cultural and creative products from Blue Artifact. If I can get some first-hand information, I would appreciate it, Mr. Clark." This statement was cleverly phrased, praising Blue Artifact while also seeking a connection. Zane naturally agreed, and they exchanged contact information. It was not until they reached the parking lot that the smile on Candice's face slowly faded. She looked at the Maybach parked next to her parking spot without any expression, ready to open the car door.

After Natasha had finished using the toilet, she deliberated on whether to go to the emergency ward and treat the man. But what if they find out that she's not the 'doctor Violet' they mistook her for? Natasha knew for sure that Modern science can't fully heal the man, the best it can do is to stabilize his condition, only acupuncture method can permanently cure the man of his illness. She had learnt ancient healing method from the old blind man she lived with at Crying-sun.

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Taking long breaths, Elika wheezed and clawed at her chest desperately, a strange blue glow radiating through her long gown. Michaels irritated expression began to shape, moulding into shock as he glared at the princess. He took a deep breath, scanning the hallway as it began to shake. “What the ... What are you doing?” Elika was unable to reply to his question as the ground shook and cracked beneath her; a luminous blue light exploding from her chest. She screamed once more, the sound thundering throughout the hall as a small flame appeared within the increasingly unusual aura. Whimpering in fear and confusion, the princess was thrown back; her delicate frame smashing into the quaking groun

She opens it and almost drops it to the floor. Ann gurgled with laughter at her reaction. She said in an amused voice, “It’s okay. I know it’s a shock to your innocent mind but these will teach you how to please him if he comes for you.” “The things we do for affection…” she murmured to herself, gingerly opening the book. She blushed at the images of the book. “Is this even possible?” she whispered in shock and awe. The maid grinned and gently stroke her hair, “You will be a surprised child of the extent men and women would do please each other.”

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

He draped his arm around her shoulders. She repeated her dream in as much detail as she could recall, telling him about the Miracles and their powers, about the monsters who inhabited her version of post-apocalyptic California, and about the message from the mermaids telling the Miracles they needed to go to Alcatraz to stop some kind of impending disaster.