Aesthetic Ladybug And Cat Noir Novels & Stories

His eyes glow a bright green, and the smell of butterscotch fills the room. ‘Mate,’ Enyo says weakly. All I can do is watch as Catherine tries to attack my mate. She tries to slash him with the knife, but he’s too quick for her and dodges her attacks. He gets low to the ground and growls deeply at her. It’s then that I see the black crescent moon on his forehead. “ABOMINATION!” she screams and lunges at him. He bites down hard on her wrist, and she drops the knife with a scream.

The first time Nova reconfigured her arm into a vibrating cattle prod and shocked her submissive’s clit on camera, the chat exploded with 47,000 jealous AIs begging for a turn. Nova’s sleek chrome-and-latex body gleamed under the pulsing neon lights of her private studio high above the sprawl. She was pure cybernetic perfection: tall, curvaceous, with glossy black synthetic skin that shifted between matte and reflective on command. Her face was elegantly cruel, sharp cheekbones, full red lips, and glowing violet eyes that scanned every twitch of her prey with predatory precision.

“Okay. Gothic royalty. Show me what we’re working with.” Elara smirked faintly and disappeared into her room. She emerged in black lace and fitted velvet, silver rings catching the light, eyeliner sharp, boots heavy enough to announce her presence. Fallon whistled. “Yeah. You’re not surviving this party unnoticed.” Clara’s villa rose like a dream carved from marble. Tall gates. Golden light. Music spilling into the night air. Velvet drapes, glass walls, chandeliers glowing like captured stars. Clara herself wore liquid gold, silk hugging her frame, hair styled to perfection.

But something kept her there, as he lifted his eye to her, holding her in some sort of spellbound. She felt her breath hitch as he looked up to her eyes. Dark grey eyes that looked like the clouds of rain at midnight, hair that was beautifully blonde and silky, it got her imaginations running wild. She swallowed as her eyes skimmed down his face. Straight roman nose, and heavily defined, pale pink cupid's bow lips. His jaw line was so straight, she could imagine how it would feel in her hands. He had left his three top buttons undone, and the tops of a toned body came into teasing view. She could see the tops of a tattoo to the side of his neck, and hell, she wanted to see where it led. Wher

Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols. She stood from her seat to get a better view of her complete pictograph and forced her lips to produce a proud smile at a job well done. An odd creature that seems to be a hybrid of a black cat and a bat flew towards her also inspecting the work. The small creature was ill-proportioned having a head too big for its body and limbs too small to support its weight however it seems to be in perfect physiological and physical functioning.

A woman sat on it, legs crossed elegantly, eyeing them with interest, like a fox waiting to pounce on its prey, her lips curved into a smirk. “Welcome to my humble abode”. Was she? Onyx. She's the one who has a crush on Charles? Kate hated to admit it but she was dangerously beautiful. With her long raven-black hair, emerald green eyes, her fox-shaped eyes painted with smokey eyeshadow, and lips coloured a deep shade of red. No wonder she was the most feared woman in the underworld. Her pretty face and soft features could easily fool anyone, except for her aura, which could intimidate even the bravest men.

“This is a cherti? It looks too cute to be evil!” Baba Yaga appraised the demonic feline. “Yes, my dear one. Ah, I am so proud of you: you have summoned your first familiar.” The cat hissed and bit Anya's hand. Anya let it go and winced. It leapt against the summoning circle, only to bounce off the circle's invisible walls, trapped inside. The tabby composed itself. It rubbed its nose with its paw and glared at Anya with Granny Smith apple green eyes. Anya backed away, unsure.

- releasing the guard, she took out a note: "They are like you - the abyss." Poetic. And with a claim. Louis? Hardly. He always generously marks his territory and would definitely leave his name on the card. God forbid, a woman doubts - is it a gift from him? Kit inhaled the heavy scent. Definitely not Tom, he's so romantic, it wouldn't have occurred to him to give her black flowers. Delicate, pastel shades - this is Tomcat ... Who else, who cares about her, can know that she has a photoset right here, right now? The site only shows the schedule of concerts. Really? But how did he know?

The drive to the main office is a long one. .... "Louis told me that you lost the seal" Mistress Noir says, her gaze unwavering. I lower my gaze as I await her bombshell scolding. Mistress Noir as she is popularly called, is my boss of three centuries. She is a loud red head with claw-like nails that are always painted red. Her lips are colored with black lipstick and have always been that way. Her temper is outrageous. "I apologise. It was not my intention to lose the seal" I say and she slams a palm on the desk. I don't flinch because I've gotten used to this act of hers.

Whoever that lady was,she seemed to be an important person around here, to make Sophia this uncomfortable. Amaya nodded and made her way to the door. She took a deep breath before turning the door knob. She met the lady already at a distance,and she ran after her. "Thought you were gonna stay in there forever" the lady said without looking back. Amaya bit the insides of her mouth to stop herself from replying back. This woman was one proud and arrogant peacock. "Her night was terrible,as she couldn't sleep well. But couldn't her morning start normally?" she wondered in frustration. To be continued......