Miraculous Ladybug Truth Novels & Stories

THE LOVE AFFAIR: AUNTIE MELLY POV Mr. Martin and Jasmin secret love affair in the mansion was only known by Auntie Melly, she always covered the situation from the eyes of the servants as possible as she could. Mrs. Martin being always busy and out with her friends was not aware of any ongoing events in the mansion. If ever someone discovered it, they cannot talk about it as they are afraid of Mr. Martin's wrath when he got mad for something or anything.

We have nothing left to lose because we have nothing left, period. "We'll go with the green one," Mom says firmly. "My gut says the other one is deliberately plain just to confuse us. The miracle drug must be the one that looks a bit more... unusual. Think about it. Green has always been used to represent evil in literature, and they’ve intentionally made the miracle drug green because they want us to associate it with something sinister, rather than a cure-all. The other one looks plain, almost like holy water—but that's exactly the trick, right? They want us to believe the plain one is the true drug, when the unappealing one is actually the real deal."

Mary told her excitedly. “What if I told you that miracles are magic? And that it doesn’t come from God but from within us and from nature?” Tariana said, watching Mary to see how she would react. Mary looked at her as if she didn’t understand what Tariana had said. Then the gears started turning and as she processed the new information she chewed on her bottom lip. Mary knew Tariana wouldn’t lie to her, she trusted her more than anyone, except for Kopa. But if she believed the Lady, it would mean the church had been lying to her, her whole life. That was a hard truth to accept. The church had been such a major part of her life. Would father Link have lied to her?

Regardless of cultivation rank, reincarnating would be impossible if one had their soul destroyed by Deadgory Bugs. ‘Who was so vicious to have planted such a thing in Lyla’s soul?’ James did not explain and immediately activated his Curse Magic to the fourth extreme to devour the Deadgory Bugs. Shortly after, two thumb-sized bugs were exposed. “Haha! So it’s you guys.” James was overjoyed. He maximized the Curse Magic, then summoned his Historial Power and Marciais Power to pick out the bugs. Lyla, who was surrounded by Curse Inscriptions, let out a scream and fell to the ground.

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

But now, they kept their distance, as if she were some sort of pandemic. 'This is humans, Xue'er. Selfish. Ego. Stubborn.' Miracle crouched down, clenching her trembling fists to stop them from turning into paws, sweat trickling down her chin. Flashes of red and blue sliced through her vision, on the verge of taking over. The curiosity lingering in the mortal breaths was killing her. Her disguise was breaking. "Damn, Kingsley! We gotta do something. Miracle can't hold it in any longer." Lyn gave him nudge and almost tripped for knocking the air.

"Yes, the leg chain is mine. I gave it to Miss Christabel. It is an important gift so I went back for it, just in case..." "Does that makes sense!" "Yes!" The inspector smirked. "Really? Then how does Miss Christabel remember that something was sparkling in Miss Precious hand? She knows that about it. And I don't think you gave her as a gift." Monica rolled her eyes in terror, she might collapse any time from now. She decided to cough again, hoping that would give her a perfect time to think of a lie but nothing was forthcoming. Her brain was blank. Totally blank, it was as if panic has taken over her being.

Mira rode ahead of us, but she turned when she heard us. “I’m sorry,” she said suddenly. I looked at her. “For what?” “For hiding the truth,” she said. “Lunette believed love could change the ritual. She believed you would find a way. I wanted to believe it too. But now… I don’t know.” Fear filled my chest. Before I could speak, Umfa growled loudly. Danger. “What is it?” I whispered. Then it happened. A wolf burst out of the trees. It slammed into my horse and I screamed as my horse reared.

But still, the truth will pierce you and will drill deep into your mind, slipping through your thoughts. Serra felt like her heart shrank into the size of an atom, lost and then gone as the truth hit her like a poisoned arrow, painful and torturous. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Her mind repeats. Should she be scared? Mira is a Badblood. Should she hate her? She's a monster. Her kind killed your father, a voice inside her said. She's your friend and will never hurt you, another voice inside her said. She just stood there confused and unmoving. She felt a lump on her throat and her eyes started to blur.

The young Feledencian heiress was used to the accurate measurement of Eloisa, and Lady Margaret’s handmaid, but the aspiring applicant was doing slight error on her first try. “My deep apologies, my lady,” she immediately apologized and made an adjustment accordingly. Dressing up a mannequin in the clothing boutique was different from dressing up a real person in actual. She should have known it beforehand so as not to commit such careless error. She knew very well that her dream job was still not officially hers. Lady Margaret had just given her the chance to prove her credibility despite the unwelcoming look received from Lady Francesca prior to the vulgarity she had witnessed about her th