Nothing Short Of A Miracle Novels & Stories

He had a wealth of mechanical and geographical knowledge and knew exactly what they were about to face with a broken-down car in the middle of the wilderness. "Until morning, or maybe until a miracle happens." Renee smiled at them. "There are no miracles in this world." With his arms folded across his chest, Adie ruthlessly crushed Renee's last bit of hope like an adult. "How can there be no miracles? Everything that exists in this world is a miracle of the universe and nature." Renee had no other choice. She could only spout some vague philosophical nonsense in an attempt to distract them. "If miracles really existed, you and Daddy wouldn't have separated."

The gloom was gone, replaced by something that looked like genuine bewilderment. “I don’t have a clean medical explanation for what just happened,” he said. “But his vitals are stabilizing. He’s breathing on his own.” He paused. “I’ve been doing this for twenty years and I’ve never…” He shook his head. “It’s a miracle. That’s the only word I have for it.” I nodded because I couldn’t speak.

Xander Pov Miracle. I never thought can happen in my fucked up life. Sometimes I used to think that I was born to feel one-sided desperation. One-sided feelings. One-sided care. But indeed miracles happen. Like she happened. My beautiful wife happened to me. The woman I didn't have the slightest idea of before now has become a part of my soul. Without her the only thing I could feel is emptiness. I wish I would have met her before. I wish I had looked at her more than just Mrs. Stone before.

I heard another continuous humming sound but is different than the buzzing sound I heard earlier, it’s as if it’s about a warning or something. Miracle’s parents continuously cried and asked for the doctor’s assistance. Then, people wearing white coats started to enter the room while I heaved for more air. For the time being, I can just sympathize with Miracle's torment, however, her life and her safety are out of my league. I was unable to spare her—just like those other bodies I had before, I couldn’t do anything to protract their lives.

Valencia Nightingale Miracle. That was the only phenomenon that could explain why I was still alive right now. There was no part of my body that had been spared from the bruises, from the pain. And God, the pain. It suddenly doesn’t feel like pain when it’s everywhere.

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

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 !

He made sure not to skip his daily exercise routine, but he doubted that it would make much of a difference, since exercise was different from martial arts. “Look, I get it, but there are like three of them there, give or take,” Michael told her. “What if you get cornered and—” “I have you here to back me up if anything drastic happens,” Camille interrupted. “You just stay back for now and let me handle this. We need the element of surprise, Noah. If I’m in danger, you’ll come to my rescue, won’t you?” “Of course I will,” Michael said immediately.

he replied. "Great, then it's settled, who knows a miracle could happen," I said trying to have some hope. He nodded and we continued packing. Miracles do happen, right? A priest can help a miracle happen right? I've seen it happen on live shows where they make a blind man see light or a person who can't walk to walk. Or is it all fake? I held on to this tiny hope that he might just never die and stay here with us forever. Probably not forever but long enough that we can see him have kids of his own.

You're left so alone that you can't explain. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's Heaven on earth. Well, do I believe in that faint breath of a word that is called a miracle? It will take me some more convincing, but what has just happened is rather a good start. Is this hope? Is this faith? Yes, accept it.