Mistakes Into Miracles Novels & Stories

Knowing I would regret it later I turned away from them to look out the window. Trying hard to distract myself I started counting the trees as we drove by them or the birds in the sky. At one point I began to count the clouds and used my imagination to come up with what images they can to be, but to my luck there was only five, and all circles. Like were have you heard of a circle looking cloud? They are usually long and odd shaped, but no these five were perfect round puffs. I slowly turned to look at Adria. Already wishing I can take back the fast decision I made to the moron who asked to help her.

Milo chuckled darkly, "The Goddess Selene has decided to play an awful joke on us. She's paired Godrick and me with the same she-wolf." "Th..Th...That's absurd and utterly unheard of. There must be something else going on here." Gerald responded. "It's true, Alpha Gerald," I respond, finally finding the strength to speak, "I feel the mating pull towards this she-wolf. And from the way Milo's eyes lit up when he saw her, I know he's feeling the same pull towards her."

"What do you mean by that? This was exactly what Mariano told me that made me get ang--" "And he was right for telling you that. You made a mistake, Mirabelle. You've made several mistakes. You have no right to judge anyone for theirs because you too ain't perfect. This stupid pride of yours is making you slowly lose the one person who'd never let you down. The one person who'd never leave you no matter how hard you try to push him away. Why exactly are you doing this, Mirabelle? Why exactly are you hurting yourself this way?" ~*~

All the questions he had prepared were now stuck in his throat, unspeakable. A deep sense of daze and regret flashed in Eric's eyes. She really had changed so much, grown so dazzling. Like a moonflower stubbornly growing in a barren wasteland, blooming with stunning brilliance even without nutrients or care. And he, he was still mired in past regrets and self-blame, stuck in the same place. "Young Master Eric, what are your thoughts on this potion formula?"

“We can talk this out.” His voice trembled uncontrollably. For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was all his fault. If he hadn't taken Elysia. If he hadn't become so desperate to fix a marriage he'd broken with his own hands. If he hadn't let everything spiral out of control. Maybe none of this would have happened. “I'm sorry, okay?” Declan swallowed hard, his lower lip trembling. “This is all my fault. I'll fix it. I'll fix everything, I promise.”

God please do something that brings him in front of me. "I am extremely sorry for all the misjudging. Just give me a chance for amending all my mistakes. I promise I will not repeat it again." I swore looking at the ceiling above, my head spun like a coil and eventually fireworks exploded across my eyes and everything dimmed into nothingness before I fell on the floor— on something sharp. ****

Angeli was Hubert's best friend, and I had to get along with her for Hubert’s sake. “I can’t do anything about it now. It’s already happened,” I whispered. “Your family really did you wrong. Imagine, they kicked you out without considering that it’s not all your fault.” “It’s still my fault. I could have said no, walked away, not gone through with the one-night stand, but what did I do?” I really regret not fighting the temptation. I’m not drugged or drunk. I’m sober, yet I made a massive mistake. “Why though? Was the escort that good-looking that you couldn’t say no?” I sighed. That’s not the case.

He was suddenly becoming breathless, he didn't want Travis to let go of his hand — his heart was slowly stopping. "There was once a wise person who told me that humans are imperfect and yes, we are. It does not have to matter if they are more intelligent than the other or if they go to church every Sunday. Mistakes are bound to happen in any way and it is up to us to rectify them or make matters worse!" Travis quoted happily as he was about to take a step back from David. For some reason, his grandmother's image started displaying in his head as he said those words, which abruptly flew into David's ears, bringing him sudden hope.

"How is there day and night even in hell?" Shobek smiled sadly, his head tilting to look up at the sky before responding, "there isn't. It's all magic. Hell is similar to a hollowed-out rock. If you fly far enough up, you'll find a wall of adamant. If you are lucky, you can find a crack that hadn't been sealed up yet. And can escape onto the earth. But you'll be in another plane of existence. Hence why you humans can see paranormal things, but rarely see what's causing it. Depending on the life force a demon has left affects how drastic they can impact the living. Some will only be able to move a cup or a fork. While others can make the whole building shake or can project their image to a li

While my father had provided us with the love and attention we needed as children, I would provide the guidance and financial security we needed as adults. Along with the burning fear that my grandmother would be disappointed in me for being sued over sexual misconduct, there was also the guilt of putting Mrs. Nichols in such a position. Not only was I risking a lawsuit, but she was an honest person, and I had asked her to lie. She was the last person I ever imagined ending up in a situation like this, and yet here we were. A knock on the door interrupted my mental self-flagellation. “Come in,” I said. Mrs. Nichols stepped inside, and my stomach twisted.