Chat Noir X Ladybug Novels & Stories

He could be right. Dandridge wants my camera, along with a piece of my skull, and who can blame him? I followed Harry into the garage and took pictures while a prostitute gave him a blow job in the backseat of his white Lincoln. I would have escaped without incident if I hadn't decided a close-up dick shot was called for-all in the name of cheating douchebags, of course. Harry was well occupied when a speeding car squealed its tires and Harry opened his eyes. I took a picture at that exact moment, and believe me, it's a moneymaker. Harry dislodged the prostitute from his dick, tossed her to the cement, and charged from the car with a shiny aluminum bat in hand. For a guy with a pot belly and

remained hanging, allowing the girl to cling to the canvas, listening to the wind. Chaos looked around. The wing seemed to him long abandoned, untidy. His wet footprints formed a path of dark spots, everything else was covered with a layer of dust and wind-blown dry foliage. The girl in the portrait looked familiar. Watching the unsuccessful attempts of Nocté, the newt hovered over her, clung to the frame and pulled to the side. The wood didn’t creak, the stone crumbs fell under their feet with a rustle. The portrait reluctantly moved aside, revealing a dark hole that breathed dampness and dust on the uninvited guests. Without hesitation, Nocté knelt down and squeezed through first, and befo

I couldn’t help it, as I started laughing. For there in the middle of the hallway screeching her head off was the biggest airhead of the ladies, Jessenia Huxley. Standing or really bouncing at her feet was Ladybug, who was yapping and growling as Maniac sat behind glaring at Jessenia. I could see that Jessenia had a terrible meeting with Maniac as her clothes were torn and stained with blood. She wasn’t still bleeding, luck of her elf bloodline but you could still see the red strips on her skin. Maniac got her good. “Ladybug don’t touch that. You don’t want to pick something up.” I yelled when I saw Ladybug nipped at her dress. Merry over coming her shock, rushed forward and picked the littl

Getting hold of Gabriella’s wrist which she had cut with the legendary knife, she dug into the spot with her sharp nails and Gabriella's screams filled the room. Meanwhile, Amera had nothing but thrill in her voice as she laughed. Gabriella’s scream grew in volume and its intensity rippled across the room breaking the little things left and even the force trapping her into place. Breaking the force, Gabriella fell to the ground and Amera fell butt flat on the floor with a gasp. “What the hell have you become?” Shannon asked in confusion. “I should be asking you that” Gabriella uttered in the company of an electrifying voice. Her eyes have gone completely dark and seems her dark side has take

The lady brought out a gun and pointed it to Xavier's head. Xavier smirked, "I don't want to know, she is despicable, she killed Madison's children, cut the chandelier, and tried to kill my wife, I will obviously punish her," Xavier spat on the lady's face. She burst into laughter and cleaned her face, "you have to get out of here first," the lady shot Xavier on his tummy. I began to smell fuel around us, "Fuel?" "Yes, Fuel," the lady burst into laughter, "No one is making it outta here."

Elena whispered breathlessly. But the voices only laughed. At the end of the dark corridor— a door stood slightly open. Black smoke curled slowly from inside the room. Elena froze. The air itself felt wrong here. Heavy. Rotting. Alive. Another violent crash sounded from inside. Then Roberto’s voice growled hoarsely: “Get away from me.” Elena pushed the door open immediately. And stopped breathing. Shadow creatures crawled across the walls. Not fully human. Not fully spirit. Dark distorted figures twisted unnaturally around the room while candles burned blood-red.

Leah simply ignored her. “What did you see?” Lady Seraphina asked. The rest of their clique concurred to the question, fully invested in the gossip. “Would you believe me if I said I saw someone on this table sneak into a high Alpha's chambers?” She said in a mock whisper, but loud enough for everyone to say. Fiona’s fork crashed against the plate almost immediately, drawing instant attention to her. Lady Leah smirked, “The most interesting part is that she limped all the way out. I guess the sex was too good that she couldn't even walk.”

Through the door’s gap, Xyla Quest saw two people. She recognized that one of them was Christopher Lancelot. The other person was a lady who seemed to be close to Christopher’s age. The woman was kneeling on the ground with her hands raised in a surrendering motion. Her purse was open, and items like her perfume bottle and make-up were sprawled all over the ground… Christopher stood in front of her like a godly figure as he pointed a black gun at her forehead. The black and white parts of his eyes were distinct, and he had a murderous look in his eyes.

I replied boredly. They both glared at me pouting, the dark haired one spoke, “What kind of love potion did she use on you?” “No one says no to us,” spoke the blonde. “She’s such an ugly pig.” I flew up at her grabbing her neck, how dare they insult her. Fear clouded her eyes, and I relished in it. “No one should miss a small whore like you.” I squeezed a little tighter. My full attention on this despicable witch. I felt my body tense. I released her, she fell coughing to the ground.

It turned out their cars were parked side-by-side. Chloe didn't grant them a single word. As she approached, the Bugatti’s doors swiveled open. She slid into the driver’s seat, noting Vince settled silently behind her. Without a moment's hesitation, she floored it. The low, guttural roar of the engine echoed through the silent parking garage as she vanished into the night. Liam stood frozen, a cold dread pooling in his stomach. If he remembered correctly, that limited-edition Bugatti was the only one in River City—and it belonged to Xavier Grayson.