Nothing Short Of A Miracle の小説・ストーリー

“For every promise made, for every dream yet to come, I will keep fighting.” And as the first light of dawn creeps through the window, casting gentle shadows across our entwined lives, I realize that miracles are not the absence of pain, but the courage to rise above it. Today, as I hold my newborn close and feel Alex’s steady heartbeat beside mine, I understand that our journey is far from over but together, there is nothing we cannot overcome. In the quiet aftermath of chaos, a new chapter unfolds a chapter of hope, resilience, and the undying belief that love, when nurtured with courage and unity, can indeed perform miracles.

It has been almost one month since Miracle came into their life. The days between the three of them went semi-normal and full of bliss. Semi-normal because Aiden kept on buying random things for Miracle which she didn’t need for now. He says, “I want to advance buying. What if she instantly became a teenager?” And all Nimueh could do is to sigh and understand how stupid the surgeon was when he became nervous about his daughter. When it comes to Miracle, Aiden wasn’t himself. Not to mention, along with his two friends everything wasn’t a normal day for her.

“‘Fine, tsk. He was big, it was good, but as for looks… I don’t remember.’" "Grace squealed. This friend of mine was so loud." “‘OMG!! It’s the end of the world! My friend Sha-sha is finally a woman!’" "I shook my head. She wasn’t wrong—I’d never cared about men before." “‘But seriously, you didn’t see his face? How will you find him?!’" “‘Why would I even look for him?!’" “‘Dummy! What if you’re pregnant?! Did he use protection?!’"

"The moment I found out we were out I was convinced that was it for her. I'm grateful you could help her." My heart almost flutters to a stop. There was no medicine in the house? Had I known that, I would have never eaten that fish...How am I still alive? "We should never question miracles, simply embrace them," the man says, the gentle smile on his face not reaching his eyes. Am I dreaming, or did this strange man do something to save my life? I'm not in the right headspace to figure that out right now. It's hard enough to stay awake right now as it is.

163 Alora's POV I had a fifty fifty stand when it came to miracles, but right now, a miracle didn't sound like a bad idea. In fact, I needed it now more than ever in my entire life. My heart hammered in my chest, as I sat rooted to my seat. Time seemed to slow to a halt, and for a moment, I found it hard to breathe. No matter how hard I tried to push out air from my nostrils, it just didn't work. In fact, the more I tried, the more I sounded like a suffocating animal.

The loss of her parents had shattered her faith long ago. “Then maybe you should, because a miracle just happened,” the doctor’s grin widened. “What do you mean?” Elena’s confusion mingled with the lump forming in her throat, tears pooling in her eyes. Her chest felt both relieved and heavy with emotion and the bright and shallow ambiance of the lights added to her tension. “You’re not dying anymore,” the doctor announced, his excitement changing the aura in the room. Their bond had transcended the typical doctor-patient relationship. He admired Elena’s audacity, her willingness to donate organs at such a young age.

"His Highness is fine. Oh, of course, His Highness still needs to be careful for a few more days, but all his fatal injuries are healed." "Ah…what a relief." "It’s more than a relief, it’s a 'miracle.'" The word 'miracle' was so embarrassing and unexpected that my eyes widened in surprise, so May sat down on the edge of my bed and reiterated. "Yes, it was a miracle." May looked away with a distant gaze, as if she had lost her sense of reality. She patted the back of my hand and opened her mouth. Her story that followed was a bit unrealistic. She said that when the whole camp was in turmoil from the surprise attack, a purple light spread throughout the camp, so blinding that it was as if ever

Then the reports got strange. It was a Wednesday morning when it happened, every news outlet had the same story with different variations of a title, but all with the same meaning. ‘It’s a miracle.’ His name had been William Preece. A small-town mechanic, I can’t remember where from specifically, some town I had never heard of. The news report declared that the infected man had somehow survived the virus, he had dies for a short time before regaining a heartbeat and although his motor functions had not fully returned yet the man tested negative for the virus.

A pause. "It won't." The silence became unbearable. "There will be more love afterward." Another pause. "There will be more laughter afterward." Another. "And when two small miracles arrive, don't spend so much time comparing them to what was lost that you fail to see who they are." The world stopped. Completely. The phone nearly slipped from Elara's hand. No one spoke. No one moved. Because the sentence was impossible. Absolutely impossible. Two small miracles. Two. Not one. Two.

In the end, I could only choose to believe what Bianca had told me. According to her, she didn't know how it happened either. She claimed it was nothing short of a miracle. Maybe... Just maybe... God didn't want her to be humiliated that day and somehow made it possible for her debit card to process such an impossible transaction. I slowly shook my head. No matter how much I thought about it... None of it made any sense. "You know what? I believe in miracles. But this kind of miracle? A miracle worth 1.5 billion dollars?