Ladybug Miraculous Adrien Novels & Stories

Madie was a genuine little and even though I didn't like it coming from my mouth, I'm glad that she has Adon as her Daddy. Adon was a good man, a great soldier too. Even though I didn't know that he was into DDLG, I was glad that he was the one Madie picked as her Daddy. He was one lucky bastard. I sighed, gulping the last drop of my drink to rid my mind of these thoughts. My chuckles were deaf to my ears because of the alcohol. I, Dario Espinosa, was jealous of one of my men because he has a little. Fuck my life.

Still, even Lucifer himself had limited stocks because, according to him, the ingredients were really rare. “But what if you got hurt, Mommy?” Adrian asked in a timid tone. “My work isn’t that dangerous anymore. So, I won’t get hurt.” Fia petted Adrian’s head and said, “I’m not mad at you, Adrian. I know how much you love your sister so you didn’t mean her any harm.” Milo suddenly showed up from under the sofa and barked at them mischievously before lying next to Irene. Petting Milo with her tiny foot, Irene said, “Milo really likes to sleep.”

She can use this opportunity to take a look at his body. Adrian handed an ointment to her, “Help me apply it, I can't reach it.” Luck is really on my side. Lila thought as she grabbed the ointment. Why is she so eager? Adrian wondered as he lifted his shirt slightly, revealing a large purple bruise on his back. Lila was about to say that he should pull off his shirt when she heard Mimi's voice. “Host, don't blink.”

Adriana’s POV The whole situation was looking very suspicious. Massimo had dragged Micheal away and I could see him frantically waving his hands in the air and shouting at him. Something was obviously very wrong. I hoped they figured it out though. I used this time to feed my eyes on the people, especially the obviously expensive dresses that the women wore. I had seem some very beautiful dresses I wanted to fantasize about later in bed and was so engrossed in their beauty that at first I didn’t notice when someone stepped behind me.

But Mirabelle couldn't keep up with the courage and she said; "Woah Nelly, slow down or you're going to get us both dead or maybe alive with broken bones. We definitely don't want that, so just slow down, okay?" But it seems like her words fell on deaf ears or they made just the opposite effect because Adele only increased the speed rate which knocked breath out of Mirabella's as she prayed for a safe ride.

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.

“Master Lancelot, I have kindly offered you a beautiful lady. Why are you doing this to me?” “And you, Xyla Quest, what have you done to bewitch Master Lancelot?” Ada asked again. What were all these strange plots? Her plan was not supposed to end up this way. “Are you even worthy of calling her name? Slap her!” Christopher Lancelot’s tone was steady yet powerful. Very soon, the bald, middle-aged man approached Ada and raised his hand back, whipping it across her face mercilessly. Ada was struck dumb by the slap. She could even hear the buzzing in her ears.

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

"And now, here I am. Just trying to live my best undead life." Freda’s mouth hung open. Pru dropped her book. Rita burst out laughing. "That’s the wildest backstory I’ve ever heard." Deidre smirked. "What can I say? I’m a treasure." That night, Rita stood by the window, watching the werewolves below. They played soccer under the moonlight, their movements fluid, effortless. Then—one of them stopped. He turned, his gaze locking onto her window. Short hair. He was the only one she’d seen without the typical long, flowing locks. His dark eyes burned even from this distance, his chest rising and falling like he’d caught a scent.

Adrian growled punching the wall of dirt beside him. “That’s when I saw the female mage who we gave refuge to out of the goodness of our hearts standing over their body smiling, I was little but I was able to put two and two together, that mage had betrayed us, I charge at her without thinking but I was grabbed by two soldiers who beat the shit out of me, my lycan was still little so were unable to fight back, I laid there receiving punch after punch till I passed out, then I work up here and that was when I met Throne for the first time"