Manon Miraculous Novels & Stories

“I am serious! I need help! It’s already 3pm, I have less than an hour and thirty minutes to get ready. Come on guys. Manon, give me your best kissing tips. Better still, let’s practice!” “Urgh. She’s a clueless virgin.” Alaric muttered. “So are you!” I screamed back at him. “Evangeline,” I froze. My eyes shot up and met Manon’s stormy gray eyes. A heavy blanket of silence fell over our table. Manon does not use my full name. Not unless she’s dead serious, or drunk and about to spew one of her foolish lectures on morality or whatever fun topic she learned at the bottom of a bottle.

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.

They call him 'The King Of Beasts ' With the might of lightning and a single sway of his sword, he tore through space, defying time and gravity, with eyes glistening like the twelfth star. His presence commanded the forces aligned with the earth as everything fell under his command. The wind bellowed to his command, and the earth quaked at his arrival. Yes, The Lord Caesar Monsorrie was that being. The scent of the White water lily has always been his weakness ever since he grew to discover his sonship, but funnily enough, he is always drawn to it, unable to control the urge to always go crazy when it is in the same vicinity as him; it is similar to that of an addiction.

You're that girl I see in posters that owns DCC. Me: That would be me. Riele Downs Mall guy: When I saw you in those posters I knew you were beautiful but seeing you up-close, you were hot and sexy as hell. 'Wow, he thinks I'm sexy' I thought excitedly. Me: Awwn thank you. I never got to know your name though. Mall guy: You're welcome. My name is Jayden Winters

She bit her lips from afar, and luckily, all her actions were noticed by Monad, whose prick grew huge by the second. "Move aside!" Monad growled, pushing the weak waitress to the ground. He stood up, still naked, and marched towards Laura. He did not know how this woman was able to capture his lustful desire, but all he knew was that he wanted his humungous prick in her asshole. Monad picked up a glass of Cheval Blanc 1984 wine from the cellar, popped open the bottle, and poured it into two wine glasses. "Do you like what you see?"

The red wine spilled across the white tablecloth, looking exactly like the bloodbath his life was currently experiencing. “You’re a fraud! A thief! A disgusting leech!” They shoved him, tearing at his clothes, reducing his designer outfit to shreds within a matter of seconds. “Manon, help me! Call security!” David yelled, cowering behind a chair, looking utterly pathetic. I looked over at Manon. She was frozen in her seat, her mouth practically catching flies at the horror of the situation before her. She looked at the cameras, the furious women, and then she looked down at the sniveling, half-naked creature she had agreed to marry.

Her eyes suddenly wide opened and she shoved the hand that was inching to her, away. The man before her, who had a meticulous, perfect, stunning look was reflected in her eyes, as she started struggling as thought wrestling with a demon, “What are you gonna do this time?” roared Monique with her entire strength.

Did I hear that right? I was practically half-undressed over here, and instead of reacting to that, these two were openly trying to sell me off for cash right in front of me. Matteo Valencia suddenly let out a scornful laugh. "Eyes over here, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe. Surely my future parents-in-law should like me enough to want me in their family, right? So look at me. If either of you can stare at me for more than ten seconds without looking away, you get your money."

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha