Miraculously Text Stories Novels & Stories

This was the first time he held his gaze with a Persian at such a close distance. “Do you not believe in traditional medicine? Do you think it’s all superstition and myths?” Alex asked calmly. “Of course,” Miranda said. “Well then, I’ll show you what myths in America really look like.” He gently lifted a finger and tapped Miranda below her neck. In the next second, she started screaming out loud. “Oh, oh my god! Oh lord! Why can’t I move? Have I been paralyzed? What did you do to me? Oh! Oh my god! I don’t want to be paralyzed!”

“You haven’t seen any like ours, mister. Ours is special.” Tom and Rich stared at her, then past her to the sheltered structure. They looked closer: Miracle, a hand-stenciled piece of plank declared above the pen’s door. The snowy-white snout prodded at the wire, letting loose a snort. “White buffalo,” Jodean told them, and Richard’s daughter inhaled again with surprise. “They’re magic,” said Katie simply, looking to the smiling woman. “That’s right, sweetie. Some people believe they are magic.”

It was a family restaurant, which was most likely where he works. "Okay. I'll text you when we're done here." Suddenly, someone put a mirror in front of my phone. I looked up and saw Al, smiling with White behind him. "You haven't seen the facepaint, have you?" I stared at the mirror and saw wave-like design by my right eye. It was grey, but strangely enough, I loved it. It was beautiful. "Thank you, Al." I said as I gave him back the mirror. "It looks amazing."

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Devin Well, fuck me. I stare down at the text I just got from Mira, and when I say my dick almost exploded, know it’s not an exaggeration. My cock sprang to life quicker than I could blink. I can tell you now that’s never happened before.

I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts. As a teen model and I*******m influencer, I am quite popular. I recently got verified on I*******m with 1.5 million followers. I commented on and liked some of my friend's posts. I suddenly remembered that Amara gave me her number. I decided to text her on W******p. Me. Yo! What's up? Amara.😇🥰💗💝 Oh, hi Ade. I'm good. Just bored. What about you?

My blood went cold at his words, and my fingers turned numb as I snatched his phone to look. “Play it back and you’ll see it.” He said, now laughing about it, and I did; all that came out of my mouth was "Dear God," as I stared at the sight of Mira running into the water before she began to transform, before she was fully submerged, and a voice could be heard as they captured her footage. “Oh, my God!” I staggered as Alec laughed again, saying I could not possibly believe the video and that it was clearly AI. I didn’t let him finish and asked where he got this and before he could answer, I could see it was from some group.

How incredible is this? My phone suddenly vibrates back to life on my lap and I pick it up. Three texts from my mum, one from Poppy and two missed calls from my mum. I write them both a quick text to let them know that we made it safely. "It's a miracle that thing still turns on" Rhode mutters as he puts his own phone down and watches me operate mine. I roll my eyes at him.

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.

On the second page, she wrote the words. PERSONAL PROPERTY BY ARABELLA MADRIGAL On the next page is the date that day she wrote on the upper right part. She then began the story by writing two words. The Dear Diary ... Still with a beautiful smile that Ara started to write down all the happy things that happened to her that day. Because if then she tried to deny her feelings for Daniel, now she does not. She has accepted everything and she is willing to embrace the whole truth that Daniel is special in her heart and this is the reason and will be the hero of her diary.