Sentimonster Miraculous Novels & Stories

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

"Good luck dad." The sweet voice slowly began to speak up, and because it was so sweet, all of the monsters that were present in this location were forced to stop what they were doing and listen in awe. The sight of Miren's face took Lucas by surprise, and he responded by pulling a pill from his body and quickly swallowing it.

He himself is a monster. "I know," Vic fought back with difficulty. All too familiar magic. The hurt shoulder itched with paralyzing pain, which spread in waves through the body and dug not only into the muscles, but also into the blood. Origin Magic. What are you doing, Kim? “I am a monster too. Strange images rushed about in my thoughts - an alien, unfamiliar world that suddenly became almost familiar and memories of the first rebirth. Riverside, cold, wet sand and an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. They didn't turn their backs on him, and neither will I.

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

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.

“I’m the only one you brought back.” “Exactly,” Slate said, a small smile forming on his perfect lips. “Princess Nya, you’re the donation.”

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

"You know how I was traveling to different realms and using the portals, well, one day I stumbled upon here and met him, that would have been my last day breathing if not for him. You see, he promised to revive my lost beauty." A loud snorting guffaw burst from her lips, surprising even herself. "What's funny?" Mirabel was clearly offended, through her voice one could notice. "I'm sorry but have you not seen his face? Half of his face looks so hideous like yours," Samira didn't feel guilty when she insulted Mirabel, she continued before the witch could open her mouth. "He hasn't cured himself and you believe him, you must really be blind, the oldness from you must have blocked your sense of

Her assistant acknowledges "Understood, ma'am Mr. Harsh's son is announced guilty for hospital frauds." Zoya who heard this sneers "I told him but he didn't listen to it. And how's Mr. Chatterjee?" To which her assistant replies "In trauma!" making Zoya chuckles "Some people only understand after falling, he really deserves it." Her assistant asks "Ma'am regarding your victory…" Zoya cuts her in the middle "It's time to enjoy. You all can celebrate!" Her assistant gays happy and says cheerfully "Thank you very much ma'am. Take care"