Miraculous Ladybug Truth Novels & Stories

"Yeah… he treated me....well." Mirabella bit into her cupcake, forcing herself to chew quickly as if it could drown out the weight of her lie. Her eyes didn’t dare meet Antonio’s. She knew he was frowning, probably sensing the strain in her voice. Her stomach clenched with guilt. Why was it so hard to say the truth? Because the truth was ugly. Because if she said it out loud, it would become real again. Because she was afraid he’d look at her differently—like she was broken, damaged, pitiful.

Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph." He held out a hand, and I gave him my phone. He played the video and showed it to Valerie. Meanwhile, I was dazed. I couldn't remember the last time Chuck had called me by my nickname. After watching the video, Valerie insisted that I'd used artificial intelligence to put it together. I shrugged and asked, "Will you only admit what you've done when I bring the pastor here to give his statement?" I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position."

Oh shit. “A queen cannot rule a people she does not trust, makes me wonder how you hope to fulfill your future role.” Mirabel mused, one delicate hand covered in expensive black lace on her chin. Megan paused, now she saw the trap clearly, she was being baited into speaking against her future subjects, it would be used against her, she knew. She had to applaud Mirabel for her deviousness. Looking at Rhode, she quirked her lips, I told you she was bad news. She reported proudly, but Rhode's brows wrinkled instead.

I couldn’t help it, as I started laughing. For there in the middle of the hallway screeching her head off was the biggest airhead of the ladies, Jessenia Huxley. Standing or really bouncing at her feet was Ladybug, who was yapping and growling as Maniac sat behind glaring at Jessenia. I could see that Jessenia had a terrible meeting with Maniac as her clothes were torn and stained with blood. She wasn’t still bleeding, luck of her elf bloodline but you could still see the red strips on her skin. Maniac got her good. “Ladybug don’t touch that. You don’t want to pick something up.” I yelled when I saw Ladybug nipped at her dress. Merry over coming her shock, rushed forward and picked the littl

However, instead of using profanities, Lucius spoke in a low voice to Mirabelle, "The bird isn't hurt. It just left the nest too early. You can feed it whatever you find, and once its wings are strong enough, it will be able to fly." Was Lucius... apologizing to Mirabelle? A faint smile returned to Mirabelle's tearful face. Timidly, she whispered, "Thank you, Lucius..." Lucius gave a barely audible grunt in response before turning and leaving. Mirabelle watched him go, her face a mix of fear and longing. Even in her uncertain state, she managed to muster a small, hopeful smile. "Lilly, what Lucius said is true, right?" "What?" I asked. "Alice isn't hurt, right? She'll be able to fly successf

’ The sly voice said again, clawing hard at my chest. I coughed out blood, feeling my eyelids sliding shut. ‘Let us access your strength. We won't harm you.’ The voice promised. My head swayed to the side in a dreamy haze. I should probably give in. It promised not to hurt me. It sounded sincere. ‘You promise to keep to your words?’ I asked inwardly. ‘Of course, Mirabella Aurel. The Lumi are truthful people.’ And I felt myself losing control of myself. Slowly and slowly until-

From there we all got up and left the dining hall. We stood outside with our back turn giving Mileena privacy, I still can’t believe they're a white Lycan. The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways, she must have a plan when she did this. “Ok you all can turn around now” Sapphire said. As soon as we all turn around, I could not believe my eyes. Here stood a pure White Lycan who looked about seven feet tall, everything on her was white from her head to her paws except for her blue eyes. I turn to look at all the other Elders and they had the same look as me. It’s an honor to witness a most magnificent creature created by the Moon goddess herself. We must investigate why she was created. In my

I trusted her, and I felt she could help me sort out this mess with my boss. "He said that? That you could get away with a fake marriage if you didn't get a license?" Mary asked as she brushed a strand of her lavender curls away from her face. She sat on one of our mismatched dining chairs, with one foot resting on the seat, sipping tea from a psychedelic coffee mug she had made in seventh grade. "Yes. Then he said how important the company was to him and that he would give me a bonus." I poured the cooked fettuccine into the colander and dumped it back into the pot.

She made a small incision right above the bulge. ​From the open gap, a thick, grayish mucus flowed out, followed by the small head of a shiny white worm. It was already nearly the length of her hand, writhing wildly. ​Without hesitation, Sua grasped it with a clean cloth, then pulled slowly. The veins in her hands stood out with the effort. Rai, who was nearly holding his breath, stood up slowly, realizing that what he was witnessing was no ordinary task. It was the composure of an assassin… and the love of a daughter.

The original ones were modified to conceal toxin exposure and blame instability of the curse. Murmurs rose again. Elder Mira scanned the pages. They do not suit me, these signatures... Lucius made a step nearer, and his breathing was indisposable. "These are my records." "Yes," I said softly. "The real ones." Rylan yelled, "You have robbed confidential company property! I defended the truth, I answered. Something you have been burying. Lira shook her head wildly. "She's lying! She's always lied!" I turned to her calmly. "You weren't pregnant."