Miraculous Ladybug short stories

Short 3

                It was cold night in Paris. Marinette was walking down the street alone, heading to her home. "Ugh... This is what I get for staying after school late..." She muttered. She then heard what seemed like footsteps coming from the rooftops, but thought nothing of it. She continued walking until she saw a quick blur of white leap from a rooftop to another. "Huh? What was that?" She asked herself out loud. She shrugged it off and kept walking... And then she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around fast, catching a glimpse of white, and then it was gone. She was really getting scared now. She began moving again, this time she walked faster, almost a run. She didn't look back... But she felt her shoulder get grabbed. She looked at her shoulder and saw a white leather clawed hand. "Hello, Princess..." The familiar voice said. "Chat Noir?" Marinette asked. The person laughed.

"...Who is Chat Noir?"