Lila From Miraculous Ladybug 소설 & 이야기

“That I was more valuable as a mystery than a person.” The detective exhales sharply. “And the livestream?” “I planned it,” Lila admits. “Not the kidnapping. The signal.” She looks down at her hands. “I knew they watched everything. I needed proof. I needed witnesses.” “And blinking twice?” the detective asks. Lila’s eyes fill. “I hoped Jade would see.” Jade The door opens. Jade stands so fast her chair scrapes loudly against the floor. Lila steps out, smaller somehow, but real. Jade doesn’t hesitate—she pulls her into a tight hug, careful of the bruises, breathing her in like oxygen.

Lila grinned, triumphant, and skipped away again with the grace only a six-year-old could manage. Elena looked down at the dandelion in her hand. Simple. Wild. Resilient. A flower most people overlooked. Called a weed. Tried to root out. But it stood anyway. Just like her. Just like her little hummingbird. She watched Lila’s small figure darting between the trees, always in motion, always chasing the next bit of light. Fragile in body. Fierce in spirit. Delicate, but unstoppable. Her reason. Her fire. Her anchor.

Lila had known her most of her life, the mother of one of her closest friends before she re-married and became a leader in the Pack. Irene sat looking at the younger woman, feeling the slightest amount of pity for Lila in her hopeless quest to seduce Dominic. Her vulnerability was easy to manipulate, and once Irene found out about the failed love potion at the banquet she knew she would have to quickly capitalize on that fact. “I promise, Luna,” Lila was mewling, “I want this more than anything.” “And what exactly is it you want?” Irene asked. “Dominic,” Lila said. “I have always loved him, and I know we are meant to be Mates. We are fated to be together.”

Zara tugs my hand, “your eyes are going to burn through her head.” Her small voice snaps me back. I look down and notice a chocolate in Zara’s hand. I kneel. “Who gave you this, Zara?” She shrugs. “My new friend, Lila.” Her name hits me like a punch. My lips tremble. “Wha… what?” “Lila gave it to me for being a good kid, so she’s my friend now.” She beams, completely carefree. I stand abruptly and stagger toward the window, just as Lila climbs into a car with her friends. The car pulls off fast, disappearing into the distance.

Elara said with a frown. Later that morning, Lila went to the Healing House. She found one of her former close friends, a girl named Sienna, sorting herbs alone. “Sienna,” Lila said calmly. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” Sienna looked surprised but nodded. “What do you want?” Lila took a deep breath. “I know you have a secret the one about you meeting a rogue wolf last month. I won’t tell anyone… if you help me.” Sienna’s face paled. “How did you?”

And laughed. “Say Mulder, do you enjoy chasing teenage girls down country side roads and looking up their skirts, because if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re going to end up just doing that,” Lila declared out, a wide smile stretching over her face, before she closed her eyes and let her head drop down into her hands, elbows resting on her knees. She had their attention now. Good.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

she purred, her tone tinged with carefully veiled disdain. Caleb bent forward, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear in a conspiratorial whisper that sent shivers down Lila's spine. The bell rang, signaling the end of the period, and the students jumped to their feet in a frenzy of activity. But as Lila gathered her bags, her gaze lingered on Miranda's mysterious figure, her mind racing with newfound admiration - and possibly even terror. For at that instant, she had seen the true depths of Miranda's brilliance, her razor-sharp wit and uncompromising daring, a strong combination that threatened to upset the delicate balance of power that governed their world.

“Don’t say that! Your mother loves you very much and wants to be around you all the time.” Lila didn’t argue, but she didn’t believe Auntie. Her mom’s face always lit up whenever she talked about that other girl, Aria. She talked about her like she was her own daughter. Maybe Aria really was her real daughter. Lila thought that would make sense—after all, she wasn’t her mom’s real daughter. She was a werewolf. A mistake. As they approached the park, Lila looked up to see a large house at the top of the hill overhead. She pointed. “Whose house is that?”

Her eyes darted past Thiago, searching for safety—or perhaps someone she recognized. “Who are you?” Thiago demanded, his voice cold and authoritative. The woman hesitated, her lips trembling. “My name is Lila,” she said, barely audible over the storm. “Sebastian sent me, but I—I couldn’t do it. He’ll kill me if he finds out I’m here.” Helena’s gun was already in her hand, her finger hovering near the trigger. “Sent you to do what?” Lila recoiled at the accusation, her eyes filling with tears. “To deliver a message. To lead you into a trap. But I couldn’t go through with it. I swear, I’m telling the truth.”