Miraculous Ladybug Tickle Novels & Stories

"Mommy!" She felt the little body wiggling around her feet, tiny shoes banging against the backside of the desk. "Who is that talking? A ghost?" Tiny giggles bounced off the desk walls. She felt the child-sized fingers trying to tickle her legs. She gave a slight jump, careful not to hit Maggie with her adult-sized knees. She let out some small gasps as she cried, "There is a ghost!"

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping right by my window. Apart from that, something had been tickling me around my arms. I groaned and opened my eyes slightly to see a baby spider running around my arm. I grunted. I would’ve been menaced by it a couple of days ago. But, I didn’t find it strange and disgusting anymore. I was used to watching it crawl down on its web and wander around our house. It still freaked the hell out of Nick though. He hated how it tickled every time it landed on his arms.

“Okay, I get it. I also don’t like drama and I hate surprises.” I smiled. “Welcome back to the pack, ladybug.” “What makes you then? A beetle or a cockroach?”

April 8th, 2000, On a beautiful Saturday afternoon in April, the sun was beaming in London while five-year-old Mira Evans—dressed in her Tinkerbell costume—rode her pink and blue Tinkerbell bicycle, decked out with pretty flowers and pink tassels, up and down her street. Her long, mousy brown hair pulled up into pigtails, swinging as she rode along her road, humming to herself.

This tickle monster knows how to play the game and win. “O.K., O.K., it’s time for bed. Now that we have gotten out all that extra energy, you should be able to fall asleep right away. Or do we need the tickle monster to strike again?” I ask jokingly while tucking him in and stopping to wiggle my fingers. “No, mommy. No more. I am all tickled out. I promise.” He waits patiently for me to give him a hug and kiss before closing his beautiful green eyes.