Texting Story Miraculous Novels & Stories

He turned on his computer and started looking through some documents that needed his approval that Ben had sent over. “Hi, Lucy. Got any good news for me?” Rayvin said after a while and Mikael looked up to see her on her phone. He saw her sighing and then frown. “Thanks anyway, Lucy. Hey, while I have you on the phone. Do you know of an app that’s called Miracle calculator for smartphones?” Rayvin asked. This piqued Mikael’s interest, and he abandoned his own work to focus on Rayvin’s conversation.

“You haven’t seen any like ours, mister. Ours is special.” Tom and Rich stared at her, then past her to the sheltered structure. They looked closer: Miracle, a hand-stenciled piece of plank declared above the pen’s door. The snowy-white snout prodded at the wire, letting loose a snort. “White buffalo,” Jodean told them, and Richard’s daughter inhaled again with surprise. “They’re magic,” said Katie simply, looking to the smiling woman. “That’s right, sweetie. Some people believe they are magic.”

Still, it has a special charm. Ciel emerged from the forest. My jaw dropped, he was breathtaking. I never saw him shining so brightly. He trotted to me asking for some cuddling. I pated his shimmering neck. Murmuring soothing words. Ciel leaned more into me, tickling me with his breath. The stars and constellations on him were glowing so beautiful. “This happens when you let your magic flow to your familiar,” Damon told me guessing my thoughts. “I could never do that for him.”

Christiana's POV; I get home feeling all charged up and excited. This is a miracle I never thought would happen. Who could have even imagined? I needed 3 million dollars and I wound up with 5! Is this a dream? I called my bank to find out who sent me the Money, and they said it's from an untrackable account. Whoever sent me this money, does not want to be identified. Same as the person who got back my father's petting zoo.

The limits are limited for everyone who doesn't care what a blessing is for can't understand why they were sent into this world but because few people try this kind of stupidity we always found a new and a great story. As you can have my own example, I'm telling you the story of that one person who alone triumphs the world and also I'm telling you about the one who doesn't care about the value of human blood, or maybe he knows…,? Who knows!? Finally they reach the place where they wanted to, Jenny has something in her mind. She is thinking what if the address is not right, what if the man is the culprit who’s sitting inside in his house, and other confusing thoughts are floating in her head.

There is no problem there for now but it's time to start the story or Mehak's healing heart. ************* So here this book ends if you want to read Mehak's book then text me on my Instagram account Ankitaghosh200

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**The Breaking of the White Moonlight** Thirty miles away, in the penthouse suite of Sterling Medical Center, Chloe watched the breaking financial news on the flat-screen television with a mounting sense of doom. The ticker tape across the bottom of the screen screamed: **STERLING ENTERPRISES STOCK PLUMMETS 30% AMIDST PATENT SCANDAL**. Julian, the man who was supposed to be her invincible shield, was being publicly dismantled.

And as we stare out in front of us, the marigolds blowing in the wind, I think about everything that happened to lead us to this moment. Our story is nowhere near perfect. We had bumps and bruises along the way that took ages to heal. But the imperfections make it ours. And to me, it’s the best love story that’s ever been told. And as the man who I love holds me tight to his chest, his ring on my finger, I have this overwhelming feeling that it wasn’t fate that brought me back home. It was my mom and Linda who helped Cade and me rewrite our story.

I whispered. The next day, I secretly visited a small clinic far from the mansion. I sat in the waiting room with my hands shaking, holding my bag so tightly my knuckles turned white. After what felt like forever, the nurse called my name. My legs felt numb as I followed her inside. The doctor smiled kindly as she read the results. “Congratulations, Mrs. Liam. You’re pregnant.” The room spun. I gripped the edge of the chair to keep from falling. Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. I pressed a hand to my stomach.