Miraculous Ladybug The Gamer Novels & Stories

It was fucking crazy. I looked over to my desk, staring at the open laptop. Zaire's gorgeous face stared back at me. It was the photo from last season's championship game, the one where he was drenched in rain, his helmet in his hand, and his brown skin looking absolutely mesmerizing under the drizzling rain. And that fucking smile? My God, what I would do for him to smile at me like that. "You are daydreaming again. God, Zaire Gibson, what have you done to my little brother!" Maggie laughed, throwing her head back.

He dropped into a chair and propped his boots up on the table. I frowned. My other brothers shook their heads. Grandma frowned too, but ignored the gesture. She probably knew Mose was only trying to annoy her, and she wasn't the type to be rattled by such antics. "The time has come, boys." "They're men, Margaret. Well, except for Mose. We're not even sure he's human," Andi joked. She was, more or less, Grandma's mouthpiece, saying the things Grandma was probably thinking but would never say out loud.

"Operation 'Clean Sweep'? That was the mission we did last week! The one with the sewers!" The illusion was breaking. The gamers were realizing that the "Gold" they earned was pennies compared to the billions changing hands above their heads. The Seraphim roared—a sound of pure digital rage. "DELETE," the Angel commanded. It swung its sword at Ren. Ren didn't dodge. He stood his ground on top of the Spire. He accessed the Debug Menu. COMMAND: SPAWN OBJECT. OBJECT: MIRROR SHIELD. A wall of reflective code appeared in front of Ren.

"You're saying we're bugs in your code," Aiden said flatly. His voice carried no accusation, only cold assessment. Lyra recognized that tone—he was gathering intelligence, mapping threats, calculating exits. A soldier's instinct, even here. "More than bugs." The Architect circled them slowly, his silver hair drifting as though suspended in deep water. His footsteps made no sound on the polished floor. "You're a mutation. When Lyra overwrote the memory anchor in Thornfield, she didn't just survive—she edited. She rewrote the game's own architecture using nothing but her own trauma and will." He paused directly before her, close enough that she could see the static flickering in his irises lik

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

MARIE: ESCAPE GAMES The next day, I didn’t talk. I didn’t need to. The girl with the big eyes had already said everything the night before, without saying much at all. She didn’t ask me questions when we lined up for breakfast, and she didn’t sit beside me either. She just watched from two tables away, like a bird waiting to see if the ground was safe.

“But there is no excuse for the damages that wild animal did to my daughter.” “I thought you would be happy to learn Maniac has chosen a handler finally.” I answered after slamming the door shut. That made Councilor Huxley jump and look at me in shock. Then he looked back and saw Maniac just sitting near where Meri was still whimpering in Lucinda’s arm. “Plus, your daughter has been claiming a gift given by Lady Rowane to my goddaughter. I would like to know how she discovered Ladybug as I remember Meri putting her away before we went shopping.” “No, it’s mine and its name is Lady La.” Jessenia yelled as she pulled away from her dad and glared at me.

Her mother fussed over her while her father set down bags of expensive gifts. For the first time in a long time, Mia felt like a normal teenage girl again—shopping, going out with her parents, sleeping in her luxurious bed. But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, she couldn’t stop thinking about Obsidian Crescent, the war, the spirits, and the Reflection Game. One night, she woke up sweating, her heart racing. She had dreamt of a dark figure whispering her name, standing behind a mirror. When she looked at her own mirror, it was cracked.

A young woman walked out of a room that seemed to be the kitchen as a heat wave accompanied by several delicious aroma spread out the moment she opened the door, she had an apron hanging from her neck and tied to her waist, her brown auburn hair danced on her shoulder like waves, her emerald green eyes twinkled as she smiled at the overexcited kid. “Marcus stop running around or you might get injured.” Genevieve said with a smile but Marcus didn’t stop instead he began to shout and jump around more wildly “Yay, I’m finally seven!” he kept yelling as he ran, he then ran towards his mom and jumped into her arms “Mom, I can finally receive the Hunter god’s blessing and move through the shadows

Hunt stopped when he realised what he was saying. Tears misted my vision as I turned away from him. "Because I'm not like the rest of you. Say it because I need to hear it. Just tell me about how much of a freak I am Hunt! I'm a rogue that can't change!" I screamed. "Della—" He reached out, but I shoved him away and got into the passenger side of the Jeep. I never knew I would have needed to hear it, but the confirmation from Hunt, whether he meant it or not just made me realise that I would never be normal to him. I wasn't perfect. I would never be what his heart truly desired; a mate that was normal.