Troublemaker Miraculous Novels & Stories

Tara, Dennis, and Brandon stood in a room so quiet a pin dropping could be easily heard. “What just happened?” Dennis broke the silence as he stood in disbelief looking at his bloodless bandages. “My wounds are healed. How could that be?” “A miracle,” Tara said with relief. She rushed over to Sugar and hugged her tightly. “Thank you. Thank you for reminding me. Thank you.” “Let’s get out of here,” Brandon said softly. Dennis walked over to Tara and pulled her close, “Let’s go home.” ****

He forcefully held up his hand as if to indicate everyone should stop, everything should stop. “Miranda, the world is a very fucked up place. Yes I’m a part of that, I’ve contributed to that, but never with you. I’ve gone above and beyond to shield you from it but I can’t anymore. Hell you hang out with a damn warlock, yet you’re shocked they do evil things? I’m sure your little friend has a past and a not so pleasant future. They all do. Stay the hell away from that boy if you know what’s good for you.

Mark tried to touch me and I pushed Norman away, punching the bastard in his stomach and he doubled over. "Did Miracle agree to it? You better tell me everything or I will fūcking ruin your lives!" Mark smirked at me. "She agreed, Hawk. Didn't I tell you? Miracle is like that. She's a slut." My nose flared and I punched his face. "You motherfūcker!" I repeatedly punched him and I was stopped by Norman. I breathed heavily and glared at him, challenging him with my eyes. "O-Okay! I'll tell you the truth! Miracle wanted out, okay?! She wanted to stop it at some point but I used her mother to threaten her!"

Just being related to the family is enough to get anyone out of trouble with the law. "Alex Myst, for short." They sat back down and pulled out a bottle of coke. According to the rules, eating and drinking anything that's not water is prohibited in class. But, what can their homeroom teacher do in the face of a Mystikov? Like any other teacher who taught any Mystikovs that came before her, the teachers could do nothing. Getting said misbehaving Mystikov to the principal would only get the teacher in trouble, and not the students themselves.

"Make her sign that paper!" They forced my finger onto the agreement. "I won't do it!" Summoning some unknown strength, I tore the signature section off and stuffed it into my mouth. No one could take what was mine! The paper was bitter, and my face was drenched with tears. Someone, please help me… With a hoarse voice, I cried out, "Nicholas Hawk, you're a murderer! You're the executioner! You've killed the Ariana Jones who loved you for 20 years!"

She let go of his hand and just stood there staring at the stranger in front of her. "I've spent many years driving that old rig up and down these roads. I worked long hours trying to provide for my family. Trying to give them a better life. I've lived a good life. I tried to be a good man. I never intentionally caused harm to others. In all my years driving that old truck I never once had an accident. Never once failed to meet a deadline. Never once did I fail to deliver a load. Never failed to make it home to my loved ones. I raised three intelligent and kind children. I married the love of my life, my best friend in the whole world... I needed to tell you these things. I needed you to kno

But it's not the same, it has my debts written over it neatly summarized like my failure fits into columns. He knows me. Him coming here was deliberate and planned. Because there is no way any random person would know about my debts. My throat ached, tears stung my eyes but I didn't allow myself to cry. I laugh softly, trying to ease myself into this situation. “Unless you’re here to donate a miracle, you’re wasting your time.” A small smirk tugged on his lips. "I don't believe in miracles Miss Moore, I believe in hard work. Which is why I am here." he spoke, like a final quote of some great man.

I am fascinated by every person he refers to. "Yeah, she's crazy. She's very manipulative, be careful with her." Right, Corinthians is good at controlling. So maybe that's why she convinced the Echelons to include me in the search. "Hey, are you guys okay?" Nathalia asked. "Nathalia Miller, got the third highest rank. Well, you already knew she's a mender sorcerer. She can heal and she's lucky too, she already have the amethyst gem." Chrysler's information played well in my mind, "What she can do is unbelievable and what we also call miracle. Back then when we were very young, her father killed someone by accident. And you know what, fucking sh*t, she raised that dead man. Well, only a few m

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

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?”