Sentimonster Miraculous Romane & Geschichten

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Preparing herself for the worst news. She heaved a sigh and bit her lips before she released them to ask the soldier. "What is the news from the borders?" Morrigan's voice was shaken but she tried her best to keep her composure intact in front of the soldier in front of her. Even with her heart pounding loudly. She waits, an agonizing wait. He clicks his fingers and two other messengers went into the room, with a golden cage, inside it is a blue parakeet. Morrigan looked at the bird with curious eyes. One of the messengers stepped closer to her and handed her the parakeet. It flaps its ears inside the cage, looking at her as it tilts its head and gazes at her. "Master Colfre wanted you to ha

Lucien’s voice broke through the static—“Selena, if you speak that name, you might not come back.” Her hand lifted on its own, reaching toward the reflection that waited with an open palm. Maera screamed something—maybe a spell, maybe a prayer—but the wind swallowed it. The girl in the mirror leaned forward, her eyes turning red with hunger. “Say it,” she whispered. “Bring me back. Bring yourself back.” Selena’s lips parted, trembling as if caught between two worlds. The ground beneath the First Temple cracked open, glowing with symbols that hadn’t burned since the first gate was locked.

she asked, her voice filled with a sense of awe. Lucas took a moment to gather his thoughts, knowing that what he was about to reveal would change everything. "Melissa, I am a supernatural being, a being of magic," he confessed, his voice steady yet filled with vulnerability. "And you, my love, you possess the same magic within you. Our children will be born with these powers as well."

His eyes met mine, pleading and hopeful. “Please come back,” Miracle said, her voice soft and sincere. “We need you.I need you. You're the best doctor there is and you're the only one who can make me feel better. Please come back" I swallowed hard, glancing between her and Lucas. My heart was torn. I wanted to believe her, to trust her words, but the wounds of the past were still fresh. And then there was Lucas. What if he somehow managed to convince her to do this, but then again, this is Miracle we're talking about. She's not one to bow to pressure, that knowledge was enough to reassure me that maybe this was genuine

Cleo couldn't help but sigh at the sight. Simon has been restless since the last thing he saw on the screen was the rescue squad getting swallowed by a sandstorm. He was advised to stay in the wheelchair by the healer, but he began striding back and forth in long strides. "Simon, you need to relax. They most certainly entered through a portal, as this is a mutant monster's lair. It happens now and then." Simon was aware of it, but his trauma was causing him to become restless. In his mind, he could see the team's dead bodies lying limp and lifeless on the floor.

This was meant to be a favour, to get on the good side of a few immortals, yet now I feel as though I’ve exposed something from between them that can’t be taken back. “This is a curse after all. I’m sure you must have misread,” Millicent says firmly, crossing her arms over her chest. Looking up at her, I frown. She doesn’t believe me, or is choosing not to. Or maybe she is trying to discredit me, so Sinful won’t believe a word coming from my mouth. What I have may be rare, but I know it’s real, and I know what I saw can’t just be explained away. Thought cuts in before I have a chance. “She didn’t misread anything. This ability is more powerful than you think.”

The one devouring a human heart. My stomach twists violently. Oh my god. I see the resemblance. Serena is her. She isn’t just dangerous. She’s a monster.

"Stop pretending you don't want this. Stop pretending you're just a machine." My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ground together. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to back her against that arched window, lift her off her bare feet, and drive myself into her until she screamed my name into the empty corridor. I wanted to mark every inch of her soft, flawless skin so completely that no man, no ghost, and no memory could ever touch her again. She doesn't know what you are, the dark voice in my head roared. She thinks this is a romance. She doesn't know you're the monster who holds the knife.

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied: