Ladybug Miraculous Adrien Novels & Stories

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

(Selene’s POV) Then Adrian leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear as he murmured, “I want you, Selene,” a strange heat curled in my stomach. It was like he’d lit a match inside me, igniting something raw and consuming. My breath hitched, and for a second, all I could do was stare at him. The storm in his eyes reflected something dark and hungry, mirroring my own. Callum’s words from the party clawed their way back into my mind, the memory taunting me.

Adrian announces, all flair and swagger, “my divine goddess of gluten. Tell me you saved me a cheese danish or I’ll start a revolution out there with the Upper East Side PTA moms.” I laugh.Real, sudden. Like exhaling after holding my breath too long. Adrian always knows how to anchor me. “There’s one left,” I say. “But you will have to duel for it.” “I’d let you win,” he declares. “But only because I love you. Mostly.” Then, finally, Adrian turns to Damien. His tone cools, but only slightly. “Mr. Von Adler,” he says. “Didn’t expect to find you among carbs.” Damien’s jaw shifts. “Nor did I expect to be.”

His shirt was casually unbuttoned at the collar. His dark hair was swept back, yet somehow still looked windblown, as though he'd just stepped out of a convertible after driving along the French Riviera. "Mr. Torrens, how are you?" Amer Len's French accent flowed smoothly through the speakers. "Please, call me Albert. I'm doing well. And you?" "Very well. Very well indeed. I'm looking forward to celebrating our deal tonight with some wine and perhaps a little romance with my wife." Albert's cheeks turned slightly pink.

Audrey said "Okay, sorry. Let's get some rest we still have to return to school tomorrow." Adrian said "Nothing a portal can't fix. But... Let's get some rest." Audrey said laying on the bed and Adrian laid beside her. "So about that Sybil lady, what do you think about her?" Adrian asked. "I don't know, but I don't really like her." Audrey answered. "I know right? There's something weird about her." Adrian said "Well let's just keep an eye on her." Audrey said

I said. “I’ll fix this,” Storm said. “How?” Adrian spat at him. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough! You’re the reason I was sold to the playhouse. YOU’RE the reason I started taking the milkweed!” Adrian was almost hysterical. But then a voice interrupted us from behind. “Now now, Adrian. That’s not exactly true. Tsk tsk. You really shouldn’t lie to your friends.” It was Murietta. Adrian’s eyes narrowed.

She crawled over and knelt down beside Madison feet, and as she tried to touch her feet, a loud and authoritative voice boomed out. "Her feet, you are not worthy to touch". As Aubrey turned to looked at that, she was caught by surprise and she could only mutter, "Dexter?" What was her sugar daddy doing here?

The young Feledencian heiress was used to the accurate measurement of Eloisa, and Lady Margaret’s handmaid, but the aspiring applicant was doing slight error on her first try. “My deep apologies, my lady,” she immediately apologized and made an adjustment accordingly. Dressing up a mannequin in the clothing boutique was different from dressing up a real person in actual. She should have known it beforehand so as not to commit such careless error. She knew very well that her dream job was still not officially hers. Lady Margaret had just given her the chance to prove her credibility despite the unwelcoming look received from Lady Francesca prior to the vulgarity she had witnessed about her th

Then he pulled his cock from the pussy when he had finished cumming only to feel it engulfed by Adele as she swallowed him, sucking all of the juices from his shaft before releasing him and gluing her mouth to the pussy above her, drinking up all the cum that filled it. Finally it was over and the three of them just stayed in that position catching their breath. Then Adele started to laugh softly. "God, that was the kinkiest thing I've ever done," she said. "And I have no idea who I've just done it with." Suddenly the light came on, blinding both Bob and Adele. What they saw was a young girl, brown hair, a leather mask covering her entire face with the exception of her eyes and mouth. Her pu

Neither of them answered immediately. Great. “Because right now,” I continued, “I’ve kicked someone unconscious, tied her up, and apparently she’s somehow in love with you.” Adrien flicked ash from his cigarette again. “That’s accurate.” I shot him a look. “That’s not pleasurable to hear.” The lady suddenly scoffed loudly. “You really believe him?” Adrien’s jaw tightened slightly. “Careful.” But she ignored him. “You honestly think you’re the first girl he’s trained in this house?” she continued, her smile growing sharper. “You think you’re special?”