Timebreaker Miraculous Novels & Stories

I loved my team. Tim was in the middle of demonstrating my accident from his point of view when my door creaked open and I was looking eye to eye with my father. A man I had not seen in almost two years. The laughter bubbling to my throat instantly died and in its place was a strangling feeling around my throat. It felt like another presence had walked into the room with him and was holding me down. “Mr. Payne.” Jay and Gerald said in unison. “We haven't seen you in a while.”

But Calvin’s presence was reminding her of something she had nearly forgotten: Love did not have to be naïve. Trust did not have to be blind. And hope — fragile as it felt — was not weakness. It was strength choosing to risk again. She walked to the mirror, studying her reflection. No longer the woman shattered by headlines. No longer the woman building walls out of fear. But a woman who had survived — and was daring to feel again. Her phone vibrated softly. Calvin: “Goodnight, Mia. Thank you for today.” She smiled before replying. Mia: “Goodnight, Calvin.”

She looked at the clock on the nightstand near her and jumped out of the bed, her plane was going to leave in two hours! Sam cringed as she heard the man groan. He rolled over still asleep and she let out a sigh of relief. As much as she wanted to spend all her time repeating what they’d done last night again…and again, she was convinced he wouldn’t feel the same now that he was sober. Sam had always heard of the beer goggle effect and didn’t want to ruin her experience with his look of rejection once he saw her.

Now, with a meeting finally set, they believed the fragile line between truth and illusion was about to snap. Hillary Town By daybreak, Max’s eyes snapped open, no alarm, just instinct and a gnawing weight in his chest. For a second, he lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember if he’d slept at all. Then his phone buzzed with a message from Coach Elias. Max grabbed it instantly, thumb hovering for half a heartbeat before he opened it. The words hit, and Mac felt it too hard as he read them out. “If you can't pull this off, tell me before 12:00 noon so I can go with Noa. These things happen everywhere. Losing one match isn't a big deal, but just know your signing won't go through

“Everything that happened today...the timing of it all?” Kirael paused, then gave a small, thoughtful smile. “I think it’s a lot to process. But strange? Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, we all came through it unscathed. I’m just thankful all the babies are healthy, even though they came a few weeks early. Anything else can take a backseat to that.”

She nodded, and the relief on her face was obvious. I studied her for a moment. Money had never been a problem in my family, thanks to my grandmother’s business skills. I could only imagine what it felt like to have debt hanging over your head, affecting your quality of life, and then suddenly having it disappear. The relief and the small smile that appeared on her face made her even prettier. “Thank you, Mr. Torrens... I mean, Albert.” I smiled. “We’re quite a pair of lunatics, aren’t we?”

"Are you alright, Dr. Greenwood?" This place was familiar. Yes, I'd been reborn. In my previous life, my boyfriend asked me to teach his junior the ropes. She was a self-proclaimed miracle worker. Our first patient was a car crash victim who had to have his right leg amputated. Yvonne Melson, however, stopped me before I could perform the surgery. "That's irresponsible, Dr. Greenwood. We must do our best for every patient." I stared at the medical report that stated otherwise and sighed. But to my astonishment, after a week of completely unrelated massages from Yvonne, the patient miraculously recovered.

“Thank you for being alive. Thank you for still breathing. Thank you for not leaving me.” I closed my eyes. I melted into him. All the fear of the day, the phantom pain in my throat, the confusion about the man who looked like him, it all faded away, washed out by the total safety of his arms. This was my serene moment. My quiet, perfect safe harbor after the terrible storm. But the moment was rudely, violently shattered. From downstairs, a sharp, electric CRACKLE ripped through the quiet house. It was the sound of a loudspeator being switched on. Then a booming, distorted, ugly voice erupted, shaking the very windows.

As they glided through the vibrant streets of New York City, Isabelle's gaze wandered to a mysterious shop that seemed out of place among the skyscrapers. The sign above the door read "Read Your Future" in bold, mystical letters. Despite her skepticism, a spark of curiosity ignited within her. She leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper, "Kelvin, stop the car." The vehicle came to a smooth halt, and Isabelle stepped out onto the sidewalk. The shop's entrance beckoned her like a siren's call. She pushed open the door, and a bell above it rang out, announcing her arrival.

"Her backbone is critically damaged. Just one wrong hold on her will break it forever." "And how about her spinal cord?" I asked holding my breath. The doctor sighed. "It's damaged too and based on the test that i ran, it affected her ability to speak." "W-What? She can't talk anymore?" "As for now. Her spinal cord needs to be fixed first." I gritted my teeth and looked on the floor. "Jacob." The doctor tapped my shoulder. "I'm a wolf and my expertise is to treat wolves. Moreover, we don't have the technology and equipment to treat her broken bones since we can heal ourselves if we have a fractured one. Isn't Divina here yet?"