Miraculous Ladybug Revolution Novels & Stories

The voice in my head won't let me be. Camilla walks in too, jerking me out of my reverie. "Forgive me, please let him go!" Celine cries with her head bent, her hair covering her entire face. The action looks familiar. My brows crease in confusion as I try to think of where and how something like this had happened before. Helena. Yes, it was Helena. She was the one begging me just the way Celine is doing right now. She was begging me to let one of the men I caught spying on me go. I wanted to kill him but she interrupted. I got mad.

But confusion still swirled in her heart. Estelle lifted her face, her eyes full of despair as she looked at the Moon Goddess. "But how? What can you do for me? How can you help me repair my already ended life?" A smile bloomed on the Moon Goddess's face again, a smile of peace and hope. "What if I give you a second chance to change everything?" "A s-second chance?" Estelle's expression changed. She looked incredulous. "You can't be serious, can you?" "Would I come to you if I wasn't serious?"

Maybe he heard me, but maybe he did not. However, Daniel did not turn back. He strode away without hesitation. I let out a soft sigh, murmuring to myself. "The goddess of grain crops. It's time to harvest." It was a mass-casualty incident. The impact was catastrophic. Daniel's decision to flee the scene was caught on camera by onlookers. Once the footage was posted online, it worsened the Rothman Group's public image. I worked tirelessly, staying up for 48 straight hours.

I scurried away, fingers trembling, legs moving fast. “Maggie….” Maverick yelled. His voice chased me, but I vanished without a word. I stopped in the restroom, hands gripping the counter to catch my breath. My gaze darted to the mirror, staring back at my reflection. My eyes had a glow of golden hue, sparking like flames. For a brief moment, it felt like the fire escalated. The mirror cracked shattering to the floor. I stepped back, frightened. I stared at the remaining jagged piece, staring at the destroyer I was becoming.

Ivan said coldly, “Give me the child.” Ben was frozen by the chill emanating from Ivan's body. In the end, after a final sympathetic glance at the little girl, he released his grasp and handed her over. Just as Ivan's slender, jade-like hand touched Angela's shoulder, the little girl's hand wrapped around his neck, hugging him tightly. Then, everyone saw Mr. Winston, the cleanliness fanatic, with his pristine white shirt collar turning a dirty yellow color. His high-quality tailored suit was made completely filthy, by the little girl.

I trusted her, and I felt she could help me sort out this mess with my boss. "He said that? That you could get away with a fake marriage if you didn't get a license?" Mary asked as she brushed a strand of her lavender curls away from her face. She sat on one of our mismatched dining chairs, with one foot resting on the seat, sipping tea from a psychedelic coffee mug she had made in seventh grade. "Yes. Then he said how important the company was to him and that he would give me a bonus." I poured the cooked fettuccine into the colander and dumped it back into the pot.