Texting Story Miraculous Novels & Stories

Mia's laugh was a whisper, hoarse, cracked from the marathon of it all, but her eyes sparkled, fierce and alive, locking onto his with that unshakeable fire that had pulled him under years ago. "Told you ours would be different," she murmured, voice scraping like sandpaper on silk, one hand reaching up to cup his jaw, thumb tracing the tear track he couldn't hide. "Believe me now?" Maurice let out a shaky laugh, one that sounded halfway between disbelief and relief. “I never believed in miracles until this moment,” he said, his voice breaking. “Thank you, honey, for being the best thing that ever happened to me.” His hand found hers over the bundle, fingers lacing tight, like if he held on h

She remained calm, lovely and kind no matter how much the people around her treated her like shīt. After that day, we went back home and I could see how happy Miracle was to be with her mother again. I introduced myself to Ben Jones, the woman I should be grateful to for giving birth to an amazing woman. She did not show any reaction, yet for Miracle, just seeing her mother means the world to her. We did not waste any moment in having a doctor check her. They checked her blood, urine, and did all the necessary tests to find out if there is something wrong with her. Miracle told me her mother's condition is mostly psychological, and she informed the doctor of seeing Beth crying.

He said, and I cried. "Miracles can really happen," I said, and I didn't intend to say it aloud, but I couldn't control myself anymore. "Of course, Meg, all you need is your faith." He responded. "I will meet you tomorrow; just text me the address." He said, and I smiled, and I never felt so relieved my entire life. "There is another thing I want to ask you, Meg." He said, and I suddenly felt nervous. "What is it, Gael?" I asked

One of the councillors — Elder Marrick, scarred from brow to chin — stepped forward, pointing a gnarled finger. “You’ve damned us. Every ledger, every prophecy warned against letting the First into flesh. Now it’s in you.” Killian’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment — only a moment — the shadows in the crypt bent with his gaze, pooling, thickening, as if they bowed to his attention. Marrick flinched, stumbling back. “I’m not it,” Killian said, quiet but sharp. “I’m still me.” “Are you?” Marrick spat. “Because I saw your eyes when you rose. I saw the vault answer you.”

{Faith} As soon as I make it far from the crowd, my phone buzzes in my bag. I take it out and see an unsaved number on the screen. The text message contains only a link. Panic coils in my chest as I tap on the link. It loads slowly. What’s happening? Did one of Ace’s enemies kill him and then send an untraceable link to the gory scene? No, that cannot happen! Finally, the link loads into a green and white text interface. A message pops up a second later.

It isn’t in my nature to be rude, but I don’t want to encourage some weirdo. “Wow, in just a few days, I’ve gone from being a God to you to being told to piss off. How the mighty have fallen.” I drop my phone as if I’ve been burned. “No way.” Lucian Quinn is texting me? This has to be some kind of joke, but who else would know what he is saying? Tentatively, I type: “Lucian?” “Unless you’ve met another God this week.” Oh, my God! I try not to question the excitement coursing through my veins as my phone chimes again almost immediately.

It was as if he’d been holding his breath, waiting for it. But it wasn’t the formal application for an annulment he’d been anticipating for months. It was an article about Miracesca in the Courier. About the success of her fledgling mail order business. As he read it he found himself hearing her voice as he read her words. Filled with joy as he looked at her adored face, delighted with her success. The camera had caught her as she’d swirled around in a loose silk wrapper, throwing her head back, laughing, looking wonderful.

She muttered to herself. Just then, she heard a beep on her phone. She took it out and it saw that it was a text message from her Dad. She opened it and read; ''Amelia darling, Good morning. Your Mom told me that she already dropped you off at your new school. I hope you're good. Enjoy your first day at school. Love you.'' She smiled and was about to text back when she mistakenly bumped into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't see you there.'' She said,

My finger shake as I open the text. It reads: "Where are you? We need to talk!"

his eyes filled with tears and, perhaps for the first time in his life, Massimo did not try to suppress his tears of joy “This… This is…” “It’s a miracle.” she added, seeming to know exactly what was on his mind “Our little miracle.” Alice sniffed, a beautiful smile on her face as she placed her hand over his on her belly “Just like Millicent, he or she was destined to come to us, however unlikely it was.”