(This story takes place 40 years after "Miraculous Ladybug: The Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir")
After a conveniently placed trip to Paris, 5 friends all end up in the same airport at the same time, without most of them knowing. The thing is, they all run into a strange woman with the same description: About 40-50 years old, black hair that shined blue under the fluorescent lights, and miraculous blue eyes.
But the woman's eyes weren't the only miraculous thing to come from this adventure.
At the bottom of each of their bags was a red box with black spots, and inside each box was a type of jewellery. Either earrings, a ring, a necklace, a headband, or a collar.
Along with the jewellery came a small flying animal, some more annoying than the others.
But, with every hero, comes a villain with a motive.
The evil Monarch, a butterfly-themed villain, abuses his power, feeding off the negative emotions of innocent people. Some of those people are a little harder to fight than others for the heroes.
In the first story of this trilogy, follow the stories of Vimyra, Félin Foncé, Terrestre, Singe Génial, and Akita as they battle against Monarch!
Note: Some chapters may have subjects that could be triggering to the reader. Some of the most common ones will be verbal abuse, schizophrenic episodes, bullying, and mentions of death and murder. Each warning will be listed above the chapter. Please read cautiously.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.