Umbrella Scene Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

__FLASHBACK__ “Hey baby”, Luke tickled Rubby wearing a bright smile as he handed her a box of chocolates and flowers. “They are your favorites”, he kissed her cheeks softly. Rubby inhaled the flowers and gave him a hug. “Thank you baby. You came for my photo session”, she said, almost like a whisper. The camera crew took a break to allow the lovebirds some time. Rubby signaled for a crew member and handed her jacket and flowers to her.

Chapter One. Aurora's POV* I hurriedly applied the finishing touches to my almost-perfected makeup and took a long stare at my reflection in the mirror. The person that stared right back at me was all shades of beauty and perfection, unlike the person on the other side of the mirror. I took out my phone and was about to dial a number when I heard a loud horn just outside my window. I quickly took my purse from my bedside table and walked majestically down the stairs, and over to the door, opened it slowly, and stood transfixed on the spot.

She swears that she is going to be difficult to trick because she is a highly trained witch already so if I can trick her then she will be impressed. I throw illusion after illusion at her trying to get her to see different things. Thinking outside of the box I create a slow illusion that might end up tricking her while I throw others at her. The ladybug that lands on her collar is pointedly ignored, the rainbow of butterflies that flutter past in front of the apple trees do not even get a second glance. When I make one of myself getting upset about not being able to trick her she just raises an eyebrow at me. What else can I do that would possibly trick her? "Maybe we should take this lesso

' Then, Lucas lifted one finger and on top of it was a demon aura surrounding it. Then, Lucas tapped gently, and a demonic aura shot out. The head of the Electrobug Dark Race could not defend against such a demonic ray. "Argh!!!" Following a shocking shriek, the head of the Electrobug Dark Race was dead in an instance. Lucas' face remained composed as if he has just done something trivial. As for Amelia, she was utterly shocked. She could have sworn that she would never forget whatever she saw on that day. 'Oh right, I made Amelia surprised earlier, and even obtained a Super Treasure Map.'

I tried to move, but the ground held me in place. “Stay away from me.” I begged, my voice cracking. The golden eyes kept coming closer. My hands flew to my stomach. I froze. No. My hands frantically moved across my stomach, searching. Something was wrong. Where my bump had been was now flat. I looked down, and blood covered the front of my dress. “No.” A scream tore from somewhere in the darkness. My scream. Everything around me flashed as panic ripped through me. I could see myself back in the mud with my hands between my legs, begging my baby to stay with me.

The pretty bugs throwing rainbow faery dust. They swooped and looped, leaving trails of their pretty confetti. Maybe I shouldn’t spin. My head hurts now. The pounding was in my head now. I sank to my knees, then curled up on my side, hugging my knees beside the big tree. I closed my eyes. Just for a minute. “Only a minute. I promise pretty buggies.”

All were of similar size to the luminescent bug on the ground. Quincy shouted, “My god! How can there be so many, so big luminescent bugs?” He also grabbed the invisible umbrella and opened it fiercely. Then, he scampered to Maya's side. “Beauty, meet me. I am Quincy Zoppins, the tomb raider. This is the tomb raider’s gold-defining treasure, the invisible umbrella. I'm here to protect you!" Princess Fleur had no chance. This guy had eyes on Maya, whose looks and posture were comparable to those of Princess Fleur.

She turned to head back to the front desk to borrow an umbrella when suddenly, one opened above her head. Felix was standing beside her, holding it up. “I’ll walk you to your car,” he said. “That’s not necessary. I’ll borrow an umbrella.” “This is the only one they have left,” Felix replied. Miranda paused, realizing he was probably telling the truth. Just then, Fiona appeared behind them, also without an umbrella. “Mr. Gibson,” she said sweetly, “would you mind sharing yours with me?” Before he could answer, Miranda lifted her bag over her head and hurried into the rain.

Opening the umbrella , she was struggling against the harsh wind , Trees were snapping with each other . The road was alone , the lonely-figure standing with only her umbrella , as the mere source to avoid herself from getting drench . ​​ " Aah ", a soft shriek escaped her mouth , as she felt that she had collided with a hard wall . She stumbled backward and the black umbrella also rolled far away .The soft drops of mist of the rain started to steep her clothes . She shut her eyes tightly , as she was waiting for the sudden pain but to her astonishment she was safe .

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.