Miraculous Ladybug A Christmas Special Novels & Stories

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

I asked in surprise. “Yea, her mom, Layla, she brought Christmas here without nothing–I mean she got in a car accident and lost her memories. That is what Layla told me as she enrolled her here so we can adjust for her,” she replied that made stunned, “This is the newspaper where Christmas putted in the headline because she was hit by a truck,” she gave me the newspaper that she took inside the drawer box of her desk, “I'm glad that she survived that but the saddest part is she lost her memories.”

“Hey, I heard the news that you’ve made me an uncle, and I couldn’t be more thrilled! But guess what? I’ve got something even more exciting planned!” “I already said no Christmas gifts this year,” I replied, feeling completely exhausted. My spirit was drained, lacking any kind of festive joy. “Oh, it’s Christmas Eve,” Hugo said with a grin. “Feel free to open one gift.” He stood up from the couch, gently placing Estelle back into her little white lace bassinet. He then crouched under the Christmas tree and retrieved the tiniest box, wrapped in plaid paper with a bow that seemed oversized for its size.

Hey, lovely readers, this is a Christmas special chapter, hope you enjoy. A Merry Christmas from me to you . “I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, but how I love the gifts I give!” ~Carolyn wells

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

Frost dusted every surface in delicate lace patterns. Wolves gasped. Some in awe. Some in fear. Some because Lucian had stepped in a pile of enchanted snowflakes and immediately slipped. He crashed backward, hitting the floor with a thud that echoed across the foyer. Marek pinched the bridge of his nose. “Aveline.” “Yes,” I said proudly. “What did you do?” “Christmas magic.” “That is not a real thing.” “It is now.” Wolves scattered across the room, marveling at the frost covered decorations. The young pups squealed in delight as enchanted snowflakes drifted down from the ceiling.

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

Miracle had her brain open recently and I figured she might be suffering from headaches here and there. "Wow, this is actually what I'm looking for. None of my pillows seem to help me sleep. Thank you. This is so thoughtful of you." She said gratefully while inspecting my gift, her eyes shining in amazement. "You're very much welcome." I tried to act cool, but my heart was beaming with pride. Out of all the gifts it was my gift she liked and placed beside her. My eyes connected with Beth and I winked at her, making her smile.