Next In Line For A Miracle Novels & Stories

God, living was hard. If this nerd died because of me, I was so done. Living was going to become overrated. * Beep * * Beep * I needed a miracle right now for the nerd to survive. * Beep * * Beep * * Beep * Huh ?! Her heart was reviving back to normal !! My transfused blood helped afterall ! Miracle- this was honestly a miracle !! My god, I am so glad that I don’t have trust issues with you Moon Goddess. You helped me out !

“Two cones, please. Celebration special.” The cashier blinked. “Celebration special?” He leaned an elbow against the counter, lowering his voice like it was a secret. “She passed midterms. I survived midterms. That’s historic. You should probably put our faces on the wall.” The cashier laughed nervously, but started scooping anyway. I stood there, unsure what to do, my fingers twisting together. The memory of Damian pressed at me like a bruise, but then Taylor turned, holding out a cone with two generous scoops balanced precariously on top.

“Seraphina, I’m badly hurt.” He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. I nodded, giving him my final words. “But no one will ever again risk their life to retrieve the Moonlight Water for you.”

The need for the dagger and the bowl suddenly becoming clear as daylight to me. Do they really expect me to cut my hand and poor it into the bowl? What kind of sick and obscene believe do they practice?! Kian’s grin widens when he sees I am putting two and two together. The realization this is far from over hits me hard and the amused look on Kian’s face isn’t doing anything to calm my hammering heartbeat and nauseating nerves. If anything, it only worsens the sickening feeling. The priest clears his throat, dragging me out of my head and back into the ceremonial hall.

Believing prayer alone may not be enough, she also bargained with every breath in her, promising to never ask for anything else after this if God could just perform this one miracle. Lois' phone rang, and Eden turned to her, hope shining bright in her eyes. "It's one of the board members, I have to take it, and it may be a while," Lois dashed all her hopes with her announcement. "Go ahead. I'll come up soon." She nodded and waved her off. Eden sat down, and for the longest time, she stared at the light seeping through the stained glass window, fascinated by the halo above the head of the Virgin Mary, as she struggled to understand what lesson she was supposed to learn from this.

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

Shelly POV: so many things are happening in my life. I just feel so confused. I just want to live my life with my daughter. BUT no. God has other plans that's why this is happening to me because I can't control my feelings towards someone. Certain someone. When I walk out from the club I goes to my home. On my way back to home my phone rings continuously. Just when I got home and sat down the sofa doorbell rang. I furrowed my eyes that who could be on this time. I get up then open the door. Their stood the man that I don't want to see at that moment. But how could he get here so fast. We stared at each other.

Tristan was at the window with a letter in his hand and a line between his brows that meant the outer world had returned. “What.” “Northern line confirming autumn wagons. No sentiment. No inquiry about continuity.” He looked over. “Miracles exist.” “Small ones.” “I will take small ones.” He set the letter down and came back to the bed, sitting carefully on the edge so the mattress would not lurch. “The medic wants to see you tomorrow. Routine, she said. The word routine does nothing useful to my blood.” “Routine is allowed to exist.” “I know. I am informing my blood. It is a slow student.”

she pointed at the table. She did?. No wonder Sky said something about me taking an excuse to stay at home. “I’ll go to the temple with my mom tomorrow to pray on your behalf, okay? I'll pray specifically for you to get well soon, and cast out evil eyes!” “Isn’t that exaggerated?” Claire, one of the girls said, and we laughed. “Melissa, you should become a nun instead, so that your daily prayers can wipe out your bad luck,” another girl called Quincy said, and another round of laughter followed.

“Do you understand everyone’s been looking for you?” “I just woke up—” “Sebastian knows you never boarded the plane,” Nico interrupted. “He’s looking for you right now. Stay where you are.” The line disconnected before I could answer. I lowered the phone slowly and noticed the unread message still sitting beneath the notifications. BlueLine. My chest tightened instantly. I opened it. [It’s me. Blue line. Where are you? Answer me.] I stared at the screen for a long time without moving. My fingers hovered over the keyboard while I typed and deleted the same words over and over again.