5 wishes🕯️❤️(miraculous Ladybug AU)

Dedications, Credits & Prologue

   I dedicate this book to everyone who's handled my bragging about it all the time. To all those who ever inspired me. I hope one day it would become real in the drama world but for now. I am so gratful that I made all the way to here.

Credits of all the music resources in this story goes to their rightful owners

All the illustration and the cover of the story are done by Abby Grace.

Great thanks to you for reaching the end of this book and I promise awesome events in the next book. Here's a hint.

~~Prologue~~

I am dead. I remember it happening 5 years ago.

They send me in that bus with the other kids. We were on our way to wherever they were going to use us for factory work. I refused to leave Angel behind so I hid her in my buffy jacket. No one suspected anything. Our driver was drunk. He overdosed and fell dead. We were dragged to death righf behind him.

The bus was in peices, glass everywhere, the sandy ground watered by our blood. I looked into my jacket. Angel was crying but she was fine. I was the only one able to move since I was riding at the end of the bus. I saw the gasoline pouring out of the vehicle. I saw electric wires making their way to it and when I finally reached it, it was too late. We were on fire. I was dead.

But I survived.

And I swore to myself that weak Melody died that day so I dyed my hair black, my hoodie black in a rusty bucket that stained the floor black. And I started building my own empire and in my shoes...

Revenge might be the best purpose to live

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I am shirtless, staring at my bracelets, lying on the couch at midnight. I am sure these bracelets where orange and yellow. When did the yellow one become blue? Well, staring at these bracelets is better than sleeping at night knowing that I will have that weird dream that I wake up from forgetting what it was and just unable to breath. My heart feels like it is constricting endlessly without ever dilatating.

I like to believe it is related to that day 5 years ago, when I opened my eyes to find myself in very bad shape with my hands covered in someone's blood. I woke up with no memeories of that winter at all and unordinarely, Emilie Agreste was back to life.

Well, worst part of all this is that I am all alone in this house now.

Anarka died three years ago with cancer. Juleka travelled to England to start her modeling career and here I am. I turned this ship to a restaurant. The work is pretty good at morning. But when it's past 9 pm, I am a drunk wasted nobody.

My heart is longing to something that I don't know. I feel like I miss someone I don't know.

I got up from the couch to my room with this glass of vodka in my hand before I black out on the couch. I promised myself that today I will dye my hair silver since blue is a very energetic colour for someone like me now. I walked to my wordrobe, searching for a towel and an old t-shirt not to grieve one of my new ones if paint ever found its way to it. My guitar was thrown there purposeless below the hangers and there I noticed it. A black metal box which looked like some kind of safe. I never put that there. No one lives in the ship but me so, where did it come from?

I drag the heavy box outside and read the engraved letters on it.

5 years later, to my blueberry.

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To be continued