Kim Miraculous Novels & Stories

Did she said, Kaizer ? No! That's not kaizer. I guess it's not kaizer. Oh damn, Zachariah! It's not kaizer okay !? It's not kaizer. She didn't said Kaizer! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning my attention back to Kimora. She's pretty. Her eyelashes, her eyebrows, her nose. I really like her face. Every angle of her pretty face. I can’t afford to suffer someone like her at the hands of Gangsters and Mafia. I promise that I will save you from everything when you can't fight back. I will protect you when something bad happens. I will be your knight in shining armor. I will be your bulletproof. I will be your Superman. Your Savior and lastly, your husband. I will promise to my

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

I had no essence of how long I’d been unconscious. I was still on the rack when I opened my eyes. The chains and rope were gone and I touched my ribcage tentatively. There was nothing there, no cut and no open wound. I sat upright as James turned around and gripped my shoulder with a smile. Malachi and Jessica stood to one side and spoke softly to each other. He had his arms around her and her face was pressed against his chest. “It was magnificent, Kiran! You passed out and then suddenly this green flame engulfed you and you just healed. You were still bleeding one moment and the next, nothing, not even a mark.” I saw awe in his eyes.

The whole place looks familiar with all the black painted walls and books all over the place. Alpha Klaude barely touched my face. “Don’t be scared, my Kinsmir. Don’t be scared.” His voice sounded hypnotizing. “Jacob and I will take care of you.” His fingers trace over the side of my lips. I was looking up at him with tears in my eyes, remembering now everything that we have talked about. My father was killed, and they made me kneel down in submission. Then….then…they said I'm a Kinsmir.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

◇NO POV◇ Krish became speechless by the words of miya because this incident stunned whole country as a 5 years kid killed his own family many felt suspicious many called him psychopathic but no one the really mystery behind this incident krish's voice stammered but he asked "mi miya yo you mea mean karthik killed hi his own parents" miya said "lucky was never that kind of person he is the most bright and sweet guy everyone loves he is the lucky charm to his family so what everyone calls him lucky"

Her eyes were red and she was panting very hard because of how angry she was. Alpha Damien was confused; he was trying to understand what she meant. “What are you talking about?” Alpha Damien asked her. Alpha Damien had a very soft spot for Mira because he was the one that found her and made her start living in the castle then Erica saw her and liked her, that’s how she became Erica’s maid. Kimberly was in a bigger shock. She left her mouth open unknowingly until she finally snapped out of it. “My name is Jessica Stoll.” Alpha Damien and Killian opened their eyes wider than usual the moment they heard what Mira said. They were surprised that a member of that family survived because they were

“I just reached out. And it happened.” Silence pressed in. Then the bond flared. Not pain. Not fear. Shock. I gasped, clutching my chest. “That was a miracle.” His voice dropped. “Yes.” My throat tightened. “Kieran, miracles are loud.” “I know.” “They ripple,” I continued. “They draw attention.” “I know,” he said again, sharper now. “You can’t answer prayers,” I said urgently. “Not yet. Not like this.” “I didn’t choose to listen,” he snapped. “I just did.”