Troublemaker Miraculous の小説・ストーリー

“I just want someone to tell me what I’m doing wrong and help me fix it so I can be better for us than go and cheat on me and expect me to stay. Or just make it plain you do not want me. That’s never going to happen. Like Satan never going to heaven again, yeah, that’s me not getting back with your cheating lying ass.” “Well I sense a tension building from this topic so let’s talk about you,” William changed the subject. “I’m just like how you see me, which is love getting on your nerves, making others happy, taking photos, writing, editing, cooking and spending quality time with Amber,” she replied. “I don’t know if I’m the blind one that in the end scooby doo is always right.” “Scooby Doo

However, the serenity was abruptly disrupted by the unmistakable call of his name, "HELLO, ASHER!" Recognizing the voice, Asher's expression shifted from enjoyment to a sudden, marked change. The voice belonged to Elijah Brown, his childhood bestie turned nemesis. Despite the festive ambiance, Asher's mood darkened, and his once-charming smile vanished, replaced by a strong and aloof demeanor.

Darius said, his voice quiet but carrying to every wolf in the yard, “why does your charm hurt a servant outside the circle?” Maera answered without hesitation. She explained that Mira’s damaged condition might be echoing sacred power in an unstable way. A broken vessel, she murmured, could distort ritual energy, turning blessing into agony through no fault of the priestess. It sounded convincing enough for those who wanted to believe her. Mira lowered her head. Broken vessel. The phrase landed too close to every insult she had ever swallowed. She felt the familiar weight of being the pack’s defect, even as blood dripped from a wound that shouldn’t exist.

I answered through the mind-link, “It’s about what I told you this morning. The stinging creatures.” “What about them?” “You have… powers, Priscilla. Something hidden. You can either heal them—or kill them. You did it with Henry, remember? I found a rogue this morning. Bitten—but not turned. Not fully. He’s still in his right mind. But not for long. He has a pregnant mate—she’s due in days. He begged for help. I don’t know how to save him… but you might.” “I don’t know how to heal anyone, Gabriel,” she shot back, her thoughts laced with panic and confusion. “You said I attract them. You said they’re dangerous… and now you’re just offering me to one?”

That fvcking hurt. “Every hookup by Aira with a stranger nearly killed him all these years !! He fvcking bore all the pain through the vampiric bond and went through the mental turmoil all by himself, you selfish buffoon !” Micalo bellowed as he created the Dark Arts ‘Net of Capture’.

While sprinkling the spice powder around the circle of the seal, Sua spoke, "I did not come to steal. I bring the intent to heal. If guardian spirits can feel intent... then feel it. I wish to save." She scored the dirt slightly with the tip of her knife, altering the flow of energy within the seal's pattern. Her right hand began to burn, but she didn't stop. Rai, who was on the verge of losing consciousness, could hear Sua's voice continuously, even though it trembled. "I will not leave you, Your Highness." Suddenly, the seal cracked. Like ice shattering in the middle of a frozen lake.

That was my reason. I sighed deeply. "How am I supposed to make a deal with someone I barely know? I don't even know your actual name, man." He laughed mischievously. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes yet again. "It's Dixon. Dixon Morris." I nodded. "Decent name," I commented. He smirked, shaking his head. "Yours is better." My eyebrows drew together. "You're a massive flirt. Sorry, not my type." He laughed out loud as I rolled my eyes. "I love how blunt you are. You really are fascinating."

It has been hard, it was hard. Coupled with the fact that I'd just been betrayed and turned into a vegetable by the only man I'd ever loved, it was heartbreaking. I wonder how many times I'd have died if I did not have help. But Alhamdulillah for everything because Allah S.W.T is the best of all planners. If kaka did not come on time, Abdul might have killed me, or done something even worse and walked scot free, and I think that would have killed me even faster.

It was not the first time and I do not think that this will be the last. “Yeah, i couldn’t be luckier. Other girls can only wish to be in my stead.” I sarcastically and sinisterly uttered under my breath. Finally, my finger bled from pressing on to the sharp edges of the necklace. “Oh! It is so sharp. I cut my finger accidentally.” The stylist and the rest of his assistants panicked as he nervously glanced at the blood-stained necklace and my injured forefinger. As soon as he gained a little bit composure, he rushed outside to call for the paramedics.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.