Miraculous Ladybug Christmaster Novels & Stories

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.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** . Miguel parked the car and I opened the door to step out. I'm guessing Genie must be asleep. We walked into the house and it was pitch dark. I held unto the papers tightly like my life depended on it. . the lights suddenly came on and we found grandpa sitting on the couch with a huge grin on his face. "Grandpa" I squealed running into his arms. he stood up to embrace me. "Bella" he breathed out "I've missed you"

She just realized what was going on when she saw the red dress the maids prepared for her. 'Ohhh yeah! Today is Christmas day! And Max said he has a big present for me.' Erella thought. Then a sudden excitement filled her chest. Her mind was full of thoughts about what was Max's big present. Her mind went back to the present when Merry spoke. "Milady, you are all done!" Merry informed her while gesturing for the other maids to put the mirror in front of her. 'Ohhhh. They are already finished.' She thought.

I walk a little too eagerly for my own good to the entrance causing Jared to chuckle at me and nearly jog to keep up. Walking into club Magic causes me to have a brisk holiday jitter. My mother is a huge Christmas fanatic, but this is a lot, even for her. There are decorations everywhere. Green and red streamers, dancing Santa clauses, reindeer literally floating in the air. There are hundreds of sparkling lights hung up around and a large Christmas tree decorated with candy canes and small green and red bulbs. It looks like someone took Christmas and threw it up in here.

Camille’s gaze rested there, her eyes widening as she spotted macaroons, chocolate truffles, and towering cakes decorated with edible gold leaf. Not only that, but crystal flutes of champagne and colorful cocktails rested on trays nearby. “Hungry?” Christian asked. Camille tried to seem calm and dignified, but she could feel her stomach rumbling silently in protest, so she had no choice but to be honest. “Yes,” she said begrudgingly. “Then let’s go,” Christian said gallantly as he led her towards the buffet table. As they walked over, Camille couldn’t help but glance at him. She hadn’t taken a closer look earlier because she had been too self-conscious about her appearance and the media’s re

"Good. Everything is here." She began working at the low table near the bed. Hot water was brewed over a small stove, the ingredients were added to the boiling water, and a fragrant steam began to fill the room. A thick, greenish-brown liquid was carefully poured into a small glass bottle. The anti-parasite medicine for her mother—the second dose, stronger than the last. As she finished, the commotion outside the window grew louder. A guard was inspecting the leaves near the window frame, with a few curious servants standing behind him.

Dozens of nobles drank beneath banners heavy with Averre’s crest: a hound with its jaws around a stag’s throat. At the far end, Lord Averre himself sat upon a chair too ornate to be called anything but a throne. His silver hair gleamed like a crown, his eyes sharp and hungry. Beside him, servants hovered with trays of wine, but Killian noticed what the goblets contained was thicker, darker. Blood.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

Julia "Momma, will we ever have a Christmas tree?" the sad look in her eyes tugs at my heart. Her request is such a simple one and yet, still something that I can't give her. All children should know the pure joy of a Christmas tree, the twinkling lights, and multicolored baubles. I've only ever had one Christmas tree but I've never forgotten about it. "One year, baby, one year." It's the same line that I tell her every year but it's something that I plan on making happen.... one year anyway. "You said that last year, momma." this girl may only be three but she has an incredible brain and memory.