Watching Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

When profiler Ava Cross returns to her father’s secluded hometown after his sudden death, she expects grief and old ghosts — not a series of brutal killings and a predator with glowing gold eyes watching her window. Drawn into the secrets of Silverpine, Ava discovers a hidden world of shapeshifters bound by a centuries-old pact now crumbling under a blood-moon prophecy. Everyone wants something from her: Rowan, the deputy who swore to protect her; Elias, the alpha who claims she belongs to the pack; and Silas, the rogue who warns she’s in danger from them all. Torn between loyalty and survival, Ava must uncover the truth about her heritage and make an impossible choice—before the next full moon rises and the hunt begins.

My wife—Nancy Valente—had been "missing" for three months after some fake skiing accident. I spotted her at a bar. She was draped over Finley Bennett's shoulder, laughing like she hadn't wrecked my life. "Good thing you came up with this plan. I almost forgot what freedom felt like." Her crew kept clinking glasses, asking when she planned to pop back up. She glanced down. "Maybe in a week. I'll show up once he's lost his mind." I stayed in the shadows, watching her bask in her little escape act. Then I grabbed my phone and called a buddy at the Vital Records Office.

Aurora Everley has always been the overlooked daughter, the one that gets shadowed by her sister Margot. She thought that once she turns eighteen and meets her mate, she would have someone whose attention would just be on her. But she is wrong. Because her mate happens to be the one her sister brings home, introduced as her boyfriend and Alpha Heir, Mason Chase. Now, she has to sacrifice herself again. She has to sever their mate bond, even when her heart screams not to do it. But what happens if someone else is waiting at the sidelines for her? Someone who's been watching her every move, desiring her in ways no one ever did before?

Every person has an angel that watches over them to ensure that they make the rigth decision when possible. Everyone except Josie. Josie Tria has always seen the angelic beings, watching over each human, and when she turns twenty-two, she just about gives up on the hope that maybe she too has a guardian angel. But Josie is different, and she's not sure it's a good thing. When she walks near the angels, they cower in fear, and run from her. Then, everything changes when instead of her guardian angel appears, it turns out to be a demon, named Loss. Loss is hiding something from her, something Josie is determined to figure out. And it doesn't matter if she develops complicated feelings for Loss.

I lost my best friend because of a mistake I made as a child. Years later, he returned and took everything else. Once inseparable, we were torn apart by one irreversible choice. I had buried the past until he appeared at my university: charming, popular, and untouchable. Everyone loved him—except me. Except me. He’s cold and distant, watching me like this is a game he plans to win. With every friend he makes and every room he dominates, it feels intentional, like he’s here to dethrone me. I won’t let him. This is a story of buried regret, silent rivalry, and a reunion that turns into a war where pride is a weapon, the past is dangerous, and surrender is not an option.

Eryx, the dethroned King of Werewolves, is on the run. His rivals have stolen his crown and now hunt him down like prey. To survive, he flees into the human world, hiding, watching, and waiting for the right moment to reclaim his throne. On the other hand, Mira is bold and carefree, a party-loving woman who takes on odd jobs, incluing a one-night stand girl just to pay her rent and survive. She never knew her parents, grew up on the streets, and lives with no ties. The only thing she knows for sure is she will continue to survive until she find her parents and her real identity. In the bustling nightlife of the city, Eryx crosses paths with Mira. And that was the start of everything, including Mira becoming Eryx’s personal driver.

Someone is watching Sebastian Mercer. Someone who knows when he sleeps. When he works late. When he stands alone in the dark of his penthouse office. When the threats finally surface, the board hires elite security. They assign him Kane Maddox. What they don’t know is that Kane has already memorized Sebastian’s routines. Already studied his weaknesses. Already decided no one else is worthy of standing at his side. Kane’s protection is absolute. His control is intoxicating. His touch is addictive. And as enemies close in and secrets unravel, Sebastian must decide what’s more dangerous The men trying to destroy his empire… Or the bodyguard who refuses to let him belong to anyone but him.

On a trip to Chicily, my wife, Rosa Stone, and her first love, Jack Cud, insisted on feeding wild, starving wolves. I simply reminded them, "You might attract more hungry wolves." They turned on me, calling me a heartless monster. In the end, I was right. A pack of wolves really did show up. They circled the car, watching us hungrily. Jack was bitten by one. To my surprise, Rosa kicked me out of the car, yelling, "Jack is hurt! He needs to be taken to the hospital! Distract the wolves, I'll come back for you!" I watched them drive away, leaving me behind, surrounded by hungry wolves closing in from all sides. My heart sank. But, Rosa forgot one thing—I was a great Wolvesmith.

She was the wolf no one wanted. He was the heir no one expected. Sera has spent her life being invisible. She is cursed with a repulsive scent that makes her an outcast. When her fated mate publicly rejects her in a humiliating way, Aeron steps forward and claims her before the entire pack. It should be her rescue but nothing about Aeron is simple. Aeron's obsession with Sera runs deeper than anyone knows. He's been watching her. Waiting for her. And he planned her rejection from the very beginning. Why would the most powerful heir in the pack choose the one wolf everyone despises? Some love stories begin with fate. This one begins with obsession.

I begged Dylan Leveson three hundred and four times to take my dying dad on one last trip out to sea. Guess what? He bailed. I stood on the shore, watching the warmth fade from my dad's body, breath by breath—alone—while Dylan played Romeo in the highlands. Millie Stone—his forever flame—posted a cozy little selfie: [Far from the world, as long as I have you.] I accidentally hit like. Dylan popped up instantly. [How many times have I told you to leave Millie alone? Can't control yourself? We're getting a divorce!] Oh, the classic divorce threat. I'd lost count. [Cool. Divorce it is.]