Novel & Cerita Miraculous Ladybug A Christmas Special

"What about this? I bought it in town. They're real angels! I mean, fake ones, but they represent the real ones." "They look like Christmas tree ornaments," Dorotea commented dryly. "SO WHAT? Christmas is beautiful!" "But it's not Christmas, Teresa. It's a nursery." "The baby is due when? Three months from now. Christmas is nine months away. Plenty of time to take it down." "Nothing is coming down!" Rosa intervened. "The room will be pink. PINK. Period." "What about butterflies?" Maria insisted, pulling out another sheet of paper. "I thought of a butterfly mural on this wall here. Flying toward the window. It's beautiful, poetic, full of meaning…"

“I told Lizzie about the fairy house we made, Kaleb, and she said she has fairies at her house, but I don’t think so because you need lots of trees for fairies and there’s not any at Lizzie’s...” “Your kid never shuts up,” Kaleb said, awe in his voice. “She’s excited,” was Sparkle’s reply while shrugging. “Christmas is coming.” His features froze over and Sparkle could have kicked herself. Sure, she planned on waking him up to life, but she couldn’t just toss him into the middle of a fire, could she? She had to ease him closer to the warmth a little at a time. “Yeah.” “I know you said no decorations or…”

Logan’s forced enthusiasm caused Mira’s face to break out into a large grin. “I have a small part,” she said shyly. “I’m an angel and I get to sing.” “Sounds wonderful,” Logan told her. “Go and tell your Mom I’ll be right down.” Nodding dutifully, Mira darted away. Attending the Christmas concert was their way of keeping some semblance of normalcy for the kids. So Logan got changed and then made his way down the hall. When he passed by Willow’s room though, the door opened a crack.

Alicia’s POV Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching on the fairy lights Mirabel had insisted on stringing along the walls even though Christmas was still days away. I sank deeper into the massive sectional, a soft blanket draped over my legs, the new phone safely tucked away in my hoodie pocket where I could almost pretend the messages didn’t exist. Mirabel sprawled beside me, remote in hand, scrolling through the holiday movie list with the kind of focused determination she usually reserved for exams. “Okay, we’re doing a double feature. First The Holiday, then Love Actually. No arguments. You need maximum cheese after that weird morning vibe.”

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

It read, in big block print, “Santa’s Workshop.” “Right,” Serendipity nodded, realizing that if she could read, she would have known that. Her face lost a bit of the glimmer from before, but she still stared in awe. “How amazing!” she whispered, looking up at several stories of glass windows and the brightly dressed elves scurrying about with various toys, different patterns of wrapping paper, and other items essential to making and finishing off Christmas presents.

Then, I’ll crush all the humans. Ellie the Elephant: [Let me stomp on them too, Dad!] Chuck the Seal: [Christmas means lots of humans! If we riot at that time, we can kill so many of them!] Kingsley the Monkey: [Hose Guy deserves to die. The new girl probably sucks, too. I’ll throw a rock at her head to see how she likes it!] I blinked in shock and instinctively looked around. Suddenly, with a whoosh, a rock the size of an egg flew past my ear, missing by inches. My knees almost gave out.

“Now drink up…” “How is it that I don’t notice these things until the last minute?” Siel asked aloud, sipping from the large, steaming porcelain mug. The kids came back and then hugged V. They seemed to be tired, but right then, a familiar voice suddenly called out… “Hello, everyone! Welcome to our bonfire’s storytelling time!”, Myron announced in a louder and much more animated tone than his usual CEO’s Personal Assistant voice. “We have chosen ten stories from all of those that were submitted this Christmas, and we will be performing the selected ones in two parts. My beautiful wifey, Raquel, will help me with the voices and sound effects.”

“You’re dead, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the next ghost whisperer.” A deep chuckle that has a direct line to my clit engulfs me, creating a plague of goosebumps to appear across my frigid flesh. “Turn around and look at me, Little Bird.” With obedience, I turn around slowly. “Happy Birthday, baby.” As soon as our eyes meet, my vision blurs and I lose consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

Chapter 3 Rebecca couldn't tell whether it was the morning sun that woke her up, or the aroma of something delicious downstairs. Her eyes still closed and she stayed in bed, she smiled. She knew it was her brother creating the edible magic that heightened her senses with warmth and excitement. She sighed and sat up on her bed. She covered her eyes from the morning as she stood up to close the blinds. She then took a long stretch and an involuntary yawn followed immediately. She couldn't even tell whether she felt refreshed or if she was more tired than she was last night.