Nothing Short Of A Miracle Novels & Stories

Mira asked seriously. " I do. Don't you?" " I don't. I have prayed countless times for a miracle, but nothing happens." Mira replied. If it was two days ago, maybe she could agree with the old lady about miracles. To her, the second chance granted to her was like a miracle. That was until she learnt it wasn't. It was a way of atoning to get sins. The sins of trusting the wrong people. " Never loose your faith young Lady. We pray and even when our prayers are not answered, it's fulfill knowing that you turned to the Almighty one when you needed help." The old lady said.

However, I still don't understand why he chose me, a lowly woman who was saved by him. "Mia, do you still remember what you said at that time? Allah is the one who wills everything, nothing is impossible for Him. Nothing is difficult for Him. Nothing is impossible for Him." I stared at Mia's face for a long time, how good she was at hiding her pain. Never sharing her sadness and suffering, she was always there for us, her friends. While taking a deep breath, my mind directed what Mia needed right now. A miracle, Mia needed a miracle so that she could open her eyes. Really wanted to see her recover and live her life as before so that we could chat and discuss many things with her.

THE HOPE OF CHANGE Dr. Smith was on his weary state of mind, never he expected that there would be an unexpected change to happen. The humanoid held his shoulders and said. “Rise up, you have gone so far. That would be enough.” Still wondering, Dr. Smith found himself puzzled about it. But somehow there was a feeling of some easiness this time he strangely felt. He was trying to understand how this could possibly happen. But only one thing he is sure of, there is always a place for miracle. This is just another proof of how powerful faith is.

The storm was over. The family they’d fought for was here. Whole. Loved. And growing. One perfect, ordinary miracle at a time.

That beautiful, perfect cry. “It..It’s..a miracle” the doctor stammered. Too stunned to speak. I sobbed harder, pressing my face to my son’s, whispering, “That’s it, scream at me, scream at the world, let them know you’re here. You’re mine. You’re alive. My miracle.”

No one knew how to speak into a miracle. Marianne cupped the baby’s cheeks with shaking hands, staring at her daughter like she was something holy. The kind of miracle you only witness once in a lifetime. She didn’t yet know how close she came to losing her. That truth came from the least expected voice. A small figure walked forward. Tiny, skinny Mira—hands clasped behind her back, her eyes still swollen from crying earlier. She stopped right beside Marianne and tugged her arm gently. “Auntie…” Mira whispered.

"So you're like... my own personal supernatural Jiminy Cricket?" His smile widened. "If Jiminy Cricket was over six feet tall, hot, and could punch a hole through time and space, then yes. Exactly." I shook my head slowly. "This is insane." "Sweetheart," Mikah said, his tone suddenly softer, more serious. "You're in a world where wolves walk like men and soul bonds tie strangers together. Trust me... I'm the least insane thing you'll have to deal with."

at night. --- Miranda slept peacefully, arms flung wide, her little chest rising and falling in the soft rhythm of dreams. I stood at her doorway, handing over my heart, watching her. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel afraid. Not of the past. Not of the future. Just grateful. Grateful for a miracle in the form of a little girl who had been born of science, shaped by love, and set free by her own fierce heart.

Nothing could ever come closer to redeeming me if anything happened to her. Tears blurred my eyesight, and while my mind swirled with a million and one thoughts, just one stood out the most. What if a miracle happened? I fell flat on my face immediately. I wasn't exactly the overly religious person, but right now, I wouldn't mind a miracle. In fact, that was the only thing that could save Liana right now. “Please, moon goddess.” I yelled amidst tears. “I haven't been a faithful follower, and I haven't had a reason to believe that miracles do exist. Please, do this for me. Make Liana better, please.”

he says with a weak smile. Rowan snorts from behind the tree. “You think I wouldn’t?” Their voices sound normal for a heartbeat — laughter brittle but real. I take a piece of bread and force myself to chew. It tastes like ash and grief, but at least it’s something alive. Kevin lowers himself beside me, his legs stiff, his map forgotten. “You know,” he says softly, “in every story I studied, miracles were brief. The Goddess never meant them to last forever.” I meet his eyes. “Then why give them at all?”