Miraculous Ladybug Sketches Novels & Stories

"I'm doing good as well. Of course I'm very excited for later. Hehe" Kate rolled her eyes. "You won't believe it. But this girl barely slept last night, doing some last minute sketches." "Ehh?? We're not keeping you from work, are we?" Miriam fretted. "Oh no! Not at all!" Armie reassured. "It's sketches for you both" Kate laughed. Both Diana and Miriam stared at Armie with a dumbfounded look. "For us?" "Yeah.. I got too excited and had to sketch it out or else it will haunt me.."

They searched for a long time, exhausted, but they couldn't find Birdie. Larissa bit her lip. If Birdie drowned in the sea, she would be overwhelmed with guilt! Vincent tugged at her hand, signaling Larissa to look over. Vincent took a twig and drew on the beach. The sketch showed a little girl with two small buns on her head. Larissa recognized it as Birdie. Then, Vincent drew a robot next to Birdie—MAVIS. Vincent wrote "help" in between them. Then, he looked up at Larissa.

The snow was still falling when Leila pulled the threadbare quilt tighter around her shoulders and glanced over at the notebook lying open on the low table. It looked innocent enough, the cracked leather and yellowed pages giving it the vibe of something that ought to be filled with long-forgotten recipes or notes on which fertilizer worked best for dahlias. But inside she found something else —a mess of Gothic architecture sketches, topographical diagrams and hastily written notes that looked like the fevered scribbling of a medieval cartographer gone mad.

Chapter 17: Sketch Mia's Point Of View: I swallowed hard, lying flat on my stomach, my legs kicking lazily in the air like I had nothing better to do than pretend innocence. A sheet of paper was spread beneath my chin, my pencil scratching across it. I wasn’t even focused, but somehow the sketch kept coming out right anyway. My mind kept drifting back to that dinner…. to the moment Lucifer's eyes landed on me. There was something in his gaze, something I’d never seen before. Interest. The kind that felt like a warning disguised as attention.

Mia turned her sketchbook around without a word and held it up so only I could see. She had drawn all of them. Without looking down. From memory and instinct and the particular vision she had always had for the shape of things before they were finished. Five figures this time. Room left for more.

she asked. I began sketching the strange symbol I had seen on the temple wall, carefully copying every line I could remember. I had spent so much time thinking about that symbol that I could almost see it in my mind, even though I had only touched it once. When I finished, I placed the drawing beside the image of my mark that I had made earlier. At first, I saw nothing unusual, but then my stomach tightened. “Mira.” She looked over. “What?” “Look at this.”

Ariana looked deeply confused while Maddison laughed harder like the devil himself possessed him. I genuinely considered murdering him right at that moment, eventually Ariana grabbed my hand excitedly before dragging me toward the bed again. "Look!" she announced proudly while showing me several drawings scattered across the blanket. "I made all these yesterday!" She must've drawn all these with the things Zachary brought for her, I sat beside her carefully while looking through them one by one. Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons.

She gave it a more scrutinizing glance. “Mildred,” she said slowly, “where exactly did you make these?” “I—I worked on them at home,” she replied quickly. Too quickly. “In my room. I—maybe Eloise is just confused.” I shook my head, stepping forward. “Check the back page. Mine always has a hidden fold. With a personal note. It’s how I tag my work.” Ms. Savarre raised a brow, intrigued. She flipped through Mildred’s sketchbook—then paused. There was no fold. No note.

The drawings were brimming with a sense of missing someone and saying goodbye. Madeline ran her fingers over the sketch and murmured, "You're really good at this." Jazzy sat back down quietly. Madeline thought for a second, then asked for a piece of paper. She started sketching quickly, and soon, there was Jazzy, standing on the tree with her arms wide open. However, Madeline added angel wings to her. Jazzy looked at it, stunned, then said in a low voice, "That's not right."

Carefully I took out the sketchbook to see the content of it. I went towards the balcony and flipped the pages. The first few pages had nothing specific in it. They looked like her futile attempts to draw something as she had tried to draw something but had covered half of the page with black paint as if she was having trouble painting whatever she wanted to. After around 10-12 pages I saw a sketch that had left me horrified. The sketch was beautiful, yet scary at the same time. It was a sketch of a girl trapped in a cage. She had depicted it so beautifully but the question was why did she draw something like that?