Miraculous Caprikid Novels & Stories

he just asked as he removed the hair that was blocking the girl's face. He was taken aback by what he saw. She appears to be a deity who descended from the heavens. Her hair is golden, her lashes are long, and her lips are crimson. He almost forgets how to breathe. She has a beautiful face and a body that no one can resist, he admits that she is his type but he will never do something to a person who's not on their right mind. “What is this?” he stopped and take a deep breath. “Miss, what’s your name? Do you have someone you know here?”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

i was hoping she would answer somethimg like oh well then no one is gonna buy you so we will just have to let you go. "Then we're going to cure you before you're up for the auction." Oh yeah, i almost forgot that they can cure almost any disease here in the Signature. She took just a little bit of blood from my fingers. "Now let me fix that wound on your neck." Oh right, i also almost forgot about that wound. I touched my neck and still can feel the open wound. "Did you get this wound from one of our officers? Did they hurt you?"

She quoted words from a romance movie she watched a thousand times for her vows. Victor's wavy black hair was gel to the back, his grey suit hugged his body, his brown eyes deceivingly looked pure. He had a slim thick structure, 5'9 ft tall, broad shoulders and bow legs. Damn his figure was perfect. His smile was perfect, everything about his outward appearance was breathtaking. He would have fooled anyone and is fooling everyone. They say the devil was one handsome geek. Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did.

"I have a record. No one will hire me, and my family cut me off years ago. I can do anything. Clean toilets, wash dishes, anything. Please." I watched the thin line of blood seep from her forehead, and suddenly, a perfect idea formed in my mind. "Oh? Anything?" I asked. "Yes. I'll work like a slave. I'll do anything!" Sophia cried as if this were her only lifeline. I smiled and pointed to the statue of Mars at the club entrance, shipped all the way from Rome. "We happen to be running a new themed exhibition," I said lightly. "Family ethics and social responsibility. A warning to the public."

The annual Family dinner was in full swing, the clink of glasses and hum of conversation filling the air. Paige, never one for a kind word, stumbled over, a glass of wine in her hand, her breath reeking of cheap booze. "You know," she said, a sly, knowing grin on her face, "I used to be jealous as hell of you. He's a Capo. He runs a whole borough." "A lot of good that's done you, huh? Still stuck in the slums, where gunshots are your nightly lullaby." I heard the mockery in her voice. The list for the Family's secure compound was out, and once again, my name wasn't on it. I held my own glass, my voice steady. "They're Family rules. Not even Dean can break them. A Capo's wife still has t

There was a strange, hypnotic calm about her that made the rogues hesitate to attack as she approached. She looked at Varick with a look of curiosity. "A new world, Mr Varick?" Mira asked, her voice unusually calm. "Tell me more, I’ve lived through many years, and they all end the same way. But let me show you the truth of what Lihont is offering and what lies at the bottom of his 'perfection.'" Varick hesitates, his eyes widening as Mira draws closer. He felt the weight of her powers pressing down on his chest. "Stay back! I know your tricks. I wouldn't let you mess with my mind like you did to Katherine!"

That fvcking hurt. “Every hookup by Aira with a stranger nearly killed him all these years !! He fvcking bore all the pain through the vampiric bond and went through the mental turmoil all by himself, you selfish buffoon !” Micalo bellowed as he created the Dark Arts ‘Net of Capture’.

Although my heart’s rapid beating was down a notch or two after the immediate effects of the jump a plan of action refused to come. The white suit’s fibres were luminescent in the dimness, something I became increasingly aware of as I caught the attention of leaving worshipers. Carver had warned the residue left from the Sending Dish would cling to it. It was still a better alternative to arriving naked. As well as the oddly glowing suit I wore the pair of lightweight slip-on shoes. There was a roll of fifty-pound notes stuffed in the suit’s right pocket. All of this had been Peter DNA’d. Carver had joked that a charge of counterfeiting would have no justification in a counterfeit world. Ver