Christmas Special Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

Frost dusted every surface in delicate lace patterns. Wolves gasped. Some in awe. Some in fear. Some because Lucian had stepped in a pile of enchanted snowflakes and immediately slipped. He crashed backward, hitting the floor with a thud that echoed across the foyer. Marek pinched the bridge of his nose. “Aveline.” “Yes,” I said proudly. “What did you do?” “Christmas magic.” “That is not a real thing.” “It is now.” Wolves scattered across the room, marveling at the frost covered decorations. The young pups squealed in delight as enchanted snowflakes drifted down from the ceiling.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

“Ok, I think we need to- before I could finish the sentence, I felt this glow surrounding my body. Before I could finish the sentence, I felt this glow surrounding my body and Cordell pulled me from his grip, pushing me back a few meters. The glow was turning blue. I feel myself standing on two feet. The sound of lighting appears then the wind blow I could feel the heat raiding through my body. I could not bear it no more. I howl to where it became deadly. Finally everything stops, when it was over I could see everyone bow in submission. “ Xyla what have we done?” “ I don’t know Mileena, but I feel our bodies are different. We are a lot stronger now the moon goddess has graced us with her gi

She moved herself trying to sit while she grabbed the blanket to cover her body. "Andy, I know you deserve to know, but please promise me you'll try to understand." He sat in front of her and hold her hand. "I am not human, I am an Encantado," he started. "Encantado what? What do you mean you're not human? You mean to say I just made love with a monster?" She panicked. "Monster? Andy, I am not a monster! I am way far from being a monster. Yes, I possess power, I live in a magical place not visible to human eyes!

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

__FLASHBACK__ “Hey baby”, Luke tickled Rubby wearing a bright smile as he handed her a box of chocolates and flowers. “They are your favorites”, he kissed her cheeks softly. Rubby inhaled the flowers and gave him a hug. “Thank you baby. You came for my photo session”, she said, almost like a whisper. The camera crew took a break to allow the lovebirds some time. Rubby signaled for a crew member and handed her jacket and flowers to her.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.