Miraculous Ladybug Marichat Novels & Stories

It was time. Mira struggled to breath as her body was washed, oiled and perfumed by her mother and Mary, her maid. Her mother had even made some suggests for the night. Mira was mildly aghast, but definitely embarrassed by some of the things her mom had said. While Mary had simply smirked at Lady Amethyst's suggestions and nodded, with a wicked glint in her eye.

Later, the midwives would swear the candles bled wax like tears. But in that instant, there was only silence. I did not cry. Old Marit (hands knotted with rheumatism and superstition) lifted me from the bloodied sheets and held me toward the single candle that still burned. The flame guttered, stretched sideways, then snapped upright again as though someone had slapped it. Marit’s breath fogged in the sudden cold. “She’s marked,” she rasped. “Look at the eyes. One storm-grey, one star-silver. Born the moment the moon died. This one carries ruin in her bones.”

Have Mikko clean this up. Upstairs, I found Maria slouching over a bucket, while Madre rubbed her back. "How much did you get out of her?" I asked. Madre shook her head. " Not much...She's not very easy to gag...she tried to bite your brother's fingers, when he gagged her." Marco shook his head. "She's like a damn dog with rabies!"

*heart heart* ~~ Maria thought she could, that it'd be as easy as saying her own name, she already practiced it over and over in her head. 'Your double is my nemesis from Spain,' she'd say, 'he has no good intentions and he is an irresponsible jerk who hit me and saw nothing wrong with it. He also tried to kill my dreams, so please, protect me from all of this. Shelter me.' And he'd pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. Then he'd swear never to leave her side. It was easy, like ABC but now it felt like saying it backward, there was no right way to go about it and there could be too many mistakes, one mistake meant destabilizing the whole of the process, everything they had. She wanted t

Monica said and pulled him closer to her, taking control of both Marietta’s arms. *** “What!?” “Yep,” Liam said, nodding his head with his eyes closed. “No wonder she acted that way. Gosh, if I see those two, I’d slap the sweet taste out of their mouths, those annoying little brats, and that annoying old hag.” Miranda said, cursing Silas, Lolla, and Thalia. “Poor Marietta, I hope she's okay,” Miranda said, looking at the direction Marietta ran off in. “She would be, she's strong, and Harley’s with her.”

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

I would have probably died out of breath if she didn't hold my finger. " I am Maria Williamson. I am four years old. I go to Sunflower Kindergarten!" " That's so sweet. You are a big girl now. Did you learn well?" " Yes. I can write alphabets and-...." Two dimples on her face that appear as soon as she smiles cheekily, are undeniably the best thing to see. It doesn't look like she resembles the woman. But she resembles Marquis hundred percent without any doubt. Marquis's Carbon copy?! Her eyes are beautiful too. But Neither Marquis nor Liliana have those eyes. Did she get a unique eye for herself?

she began warmly, “shall we begin? You came here to seek answers to your questions, yes… or yes?” She was sweet. Almost grandmotherly, but with that terrifying mystical edge. “Yes,” I said, nodding. “Very correct.” Lady Marisol settled into her armchair with the ease of someone who had lived a thousand years and collected gossip from every century. Her eyes, bright and too knowing, landed on me. “Now then,” she began, folding her hands like a grandmother about to tell a bedtime story that would definitely not help anyone sleep. “Moonfire-borns… rare, feared, and blessed with the gifts of creation and destruction.”