Novel & Cerita Miraculous Ladybug Truth

Elara asked, her voice crisp and clear. "She is nothing," Bryson answered instantly, turning his back on Glenda to stand beside his wife. Elara nodded once and took two steps toward Glenda, stopping just out of reach. "You claim to be Luna," Elara said, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "But a Luna has dignity. A Luna has grace. You look like a rabid dog that slipped its leash." "I am the true Luna!" Glenda screeched, lunging forward with her claws extended.

RYDEN “Amelia, stop!” I crawled back to bed. My ears hurt, and that was killing me more than my wound. Then I felt a warm liquid rolling down my upper lip. I wiped it off and realized it was blood. “You’re killing me, please? Ladybug, you have to stop.” The shrilling sound abruptly stopped. The shaking ended. Her body went back to normal. “Oh, Goddess. Baby.” Her eyes were wide as she finally back to herself. She cupped my face and wiped off the blood dripping from my nostrils. “I did do that? I’m so sorry.”

Eric grumbled. “Why?” Chris pulled his lips lopsidedly in disgust “Do you want him to be tangled endlessly with grandma?” “Huh?” “The two bugs although they look similar, they aren’t the same. I cannot explain elaborately how they differ but in simple words, the one Eva used was a poisonous bug while the one Senior Mr Walter used was a love bug, were the person with the mother bug controls the person infected by the son bug.” “UURGGHHHH” Eric made a nauseous expression while Darcy had an exaggerated expression of escaping a disaster as he sighed “Luckily Eva didn’t get hold of that bug.”

It didn't matter what I said or did to him in this state, he wouldn't flinch. "Just take me back to the mansion." I said in defeat before surrendering myself to Aiden. He supported my weight on his shoulder before helping me out of the bar. It was stupid of me to come here anyway. We reached the mansion, and I was immediately approached by Mirabet Cromwell, a social pariah who is well known for her soothsaying capabilities and visions. She was just like Forrester, except more advanced. People considered her a witch, and ever since the incident of Azira, magic and witchcraft were greatly despised by the Lycans. But in Mirabet's case, she was not a witch. She was just gifted in different ways

-MILA- I huffed as Lobo gently but firmly shoved me into the chair, slamming the door of the cabin shut. "Who has been filling your head with lies about a cure?" "Lies? How do you know it's lies?" "Because we are supernatural beings, Mila. We are chosen by the moon Goddess. There is no way she would allow a cure." I raised a brow, "Oh really? If that's the case, why did she allow you to become half-demon?"

He staggered backward, clutching his stomach as he screamed hysterically. "No way! That's impossible! I saw him get encased in the concrete with my own eyes. He had already lost all his limbs. "How could he have hidden a recorder pen? You're lying! Gabriella, you're lying to me!" As soon as he spoke, he froze on the spot. Gabriella calmly rose from the couch. "It's true. I lied about the recorder pen, but I know everything—you colluded with Oliver and leaked classified narcotics intelligence, causing the death of hundreds of our comrades. You even killed Daniel to silence him and fabricated evidence to frame Victor."

You must be kidding or blind. She whipped out her tablet and tapped open a video. There he was, Marvin, the star of the show, tangled up with a bevy of women. That Marvin was a far cry from his usual straight-laced image; he was nothing but a lowlife, a complete sleazeball. "I just wanted to see what made this cheater so special that you'd cheat on my son. And what do I find? This piece of garbage. It's sickening." The moment Rebecca laid eyes on that video, she froze.

"Because... Because a year and a half ago, I was drugged... She… Brooke… She accidentally entered my room and... "I made a mistake, Em. It's all my fault." "Drugged?" I widened my eyes dramatically, as if hearing something unbelievable. "Sir, do you think this is some soap opera? "Even if the first time was an accident, what about the second time?" I counted on my fingers with interest. "It seems like this woman gave birth only a few months ago. If you claim you were drugged a year and a half ago, then you must have ‘happened’ to sleep with her and gotten her pregnant again.”

Milo asked, still staring in wonder at the ethereal beauty around us. "Because this place is dangerous. The water is not just water. It is blessed by the moon goddess herself, or so the stories say. It shows you the truth, whether you want to see it or not." Milo walked to the edge of the pool, his reflection shimmering in the crystal-clear water. "Truth about what?" "About yourself. About what you really are beneath all the masks we wear." I padded closer, my massive form reflected beside his smaller one. "My mother brought me here when I first started showing signs of the beast curse. She wanted me to understand what I was becoming."