THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 39 – CONCRETE JUNGLE (Part 1) Ritchie, a lawyer used to intense clients, still found himself shaken by their madness. Now working from home after leaving his father’s firm, he often spent hours staring at the walls, trapped in silence. When his phone buzzed with a number from Lockdown Falls Penitentiary in New Jersey, he froze. He had no clients there. His only tie was Jezebel Escovedo, a complicated friend and former teammate of Justine’s. And all he had done for her was schedule a visit for the Lass-Kickers. He owed her nothing — but he knew all too well what she was still capable of. The phone kept buzzing. Ritchie paced the office, rubbed his face, almost let it go to voicemail. But that old gut feeling pressed in on him. He picked up. It was Jezebel. Not the warden, not a guard. Jezebel herself. Her shaved head gleamed under the dim light, scars cut across her face. The tears streaming down her cheeks were real. “No…” Ritchie dragged a hand through his hair, heart racing. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Why did you give that map to Jenny?” “I hadn’t spoken to anyone in years…” Jezebel murmured between sobs, her Ciudad Juárez accent slicing every syllable. “When I got my life sentence, I felt I had to share my secret. Life here… es el infierno, tú lo sabes…” “Yeah, I know, Escovedo.” His voice rose, almost a desperate whisper. “But now you’ve thrown Juzz and six other women into a trap in a lawless land! They could get killed out there!” “Sí, lo sé…” She lowered her head like a scolded child. Ritchie shut his eyes, cold sweat running down. He knew exactly who he was dealing with. But that gut feeling never lied. Jezebel was telling the truth. “I’ve got to save the girls from this mess… Gracias por decirme, Jezzie.” “De nada…” she replied, suddenly smiling. Like a demon. But a sincere one. Almost 6 p.m. Hogan’s Alley sank into darkness. Traffic lights dead, streetlamps out, silence hanging heavy like a curse. The black armored van pulled up by the neighborhood’s rusted sign. Ghostly eyes shifted in the shadows. The air stank of burning trash and stale sweat. Somewhere far off, a train rumbled, chased by a wandering siren. Blue flames licked from barrels. A dog barked, and a rusty window screeched open. Cindy Ling took a breath. This wasn’t a runway, but her nerves felt just as sharp. “On second thought…” Justine tied a bandana across her face. “‘Alley Cat of Juárez’ would be one hell of a luchadora moniker. The announcers nailed it at our last game with Jezzie.” “For sure!” Betty laughed, pulling hers up. “And what about ‘Vampirita,’ huh, Jen?” The Lass-Kickers laughed together, muffling their tension. “Cut the jokes!” Jenny’s voice cracked dry. “The plan’s simple: five abandoned buildings. One of them has the mask on the door. Juzz, Betty, Heidi, Soozie — each of you takes a building. Cindy, Fantine, and I stay in the van, monitoring.” “I use this app for my fashion shows,” Cindy explained, showing her glowing screen. “It syncs our GPS to the earpieces. Keep Bluetooth on at all times.” “And you just get to sit here with the A/C?” Betty raised a brow. “While we take all the risk out there?” Jenny folded her arms. “Why not? You’re a kickboxing champ, Betty. Juzz is built like a bull and runs parkour like nobody else. Heidi and Soozie? Only an idiot would mess with women their size. Cindy’s face is worth millions, and Fantine still has to get back to the mansion tonight. Someone’s gotta make her boss’s waffles.” Betty let out a short laugh. “Heh… got it, general.” But Fantine couldn’t hold back: “You know what scares me most here?” she whispered, scanning the dark. “Not the alleys, not the shadows. It’s the fact that places like this exist because those with power prefer to look away.” The group went quiet. Even Cindy shot her a look of renewed respect. Justine raised her fist, whispering their war cry. Bandanas masked their faces as they slid into the shadows. Cindy’s heart raced to the beat of the 3D map flashing on her screen. Hogan’s Alley closed in around them. Graffiti begged for help or praised gangs. Broken glass tinkled underfoot. Then Betty’s whisper broke over Bluetooth: “Uh, ladies? We’re not alone.” Two figures stepped from the dark, Kabuki masks covering their faces, black shirts marked with Jezebel’s mask. One dragged a heavy chain that scraped the asphalt, sparks spitting up. The other spun a rusted pipe; skull tattoos crawled from his arms up to his neck. “This is Jezebel’s territory,” growled the limping one, his hoarse voice slicing the silence. “You don’t belong here. Leave… or regret it.” Betty swallowed hard but stepped forward. “We’re just looking for her house. We don’t want trouble.” The chain carrier chuckled low. The other snapped open a switchblade with a metallic click. “Well. Looks like trouble wants you.” Justine raised her hands, trying to calm things down. “Jezzie sent us here. She’s my friend!” The man with the chain dragged it across the pavement, sparks spitting again. “Jezebel never had friends, lady. Only followers.” Shadows stirred. Masked eyes glinted from the rooftops. The silence tore open with the scrape of metal on asphalt. The Lass-Kickers held their ground. The clash was about to ignite.
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Aww it’s ok :( I totally feel you I feel like it’s been SO long since I even opened my YouTube channel. We all miss you but we totally understand why you’re inactive 💕❤
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Omg it’s been so so long diva! I misssed you! Don’t worry once u start uploading the YouTube algorithm will pick up your awesome edits once more! Also love the black pink edit and for some reason I feel like I’m growing out of miraculous too 😢 I love it don’t get me wrong but slowly I’m getting social distanced from it lol 😂 it took me three months after release to even watch season 6
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hey girl! doing great, hope your alright too. and im sooo sorry for the flopping, the miraculous fandom has been dying ever since the hiatus but lets hope the new episode brought some people back! cant wait for more edits :)
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 36 – A STROLL THROUGH THE JEZEBEL MUSEUM CORRIDORS (Part 3) Judy had always been the creative one. Since childhood, she loved painting, and as a teenager, she became a remarkable graffiti artist. On one of Sheena’s birthdays, Judy surprised her then-girlfriend with her masterpiece: a mural on the bedroom wall immortalizing their very first kiss. That was the day she fully conquered the redhead’s heart. They had been living together at Shoody Acres for seven years now. Judy managed the farm, using her veterinary knowledge to take care of the Colwin goats — the pride of Sheena’s family since the 19th century. But between chores, she always found time to splash more color around: blending the rural with the urban through graffiti on the barn, the stables, the house walls… even the tractors became canvases. On the silo, a giant winking emoji greeted anyone passing by the road. That Monday morning, though, it was Sheena who woke up bursting with ideas. With the help of a tractor covered in Judy’s painted butterflies, she was trying to drag an old, stubborn crop-duster out of the psychedelic barn. The machine had been stuck there for so long its flat tires looked like they’d taken root. — Shee, this makes no sense at all! — Judy protested, calmly adjusting the trailer hooks like someone who had changed dozens of tractor belts before. — Even your grandpa was already using drones to spray crops when we moved in. This relic has been rusting here for years! — I know, Jude. But I got this sudden wave of nostalgia… — Sheena ran her hand along the fuselage. For a moment, the smell of burnt oil and old leather brought her back to flying over the cornfields with her grandfather — wind on her face, freedom in her chest. — What if we could get this old gentleman flying again by Saturday… and take him all the way to New York? Judy almost burst out laughing. — Oh, come on, babe! This heap of junk… — she leaned on the propeller, which immediately crashed to the ground with a loud CLANG. — Oops! This was already a fossil when aviation was invented! — Keep laughing, Jude! I’ve got big plans for old Smokey here! — Sheena tapped the wing, which snapped like a toothpick. Judy raised an eyebrow, sighing. — Alright, so one of us is literally Cinderella, and the other lives in Neverland. But since you’re this excited… let’s grab the tools. While working on the cables and hooks, Judy proved she wasn’t joking: she tied the hook firmly, adjusted a crooked wire, and checked every spot on the trailer. — If this old grandpa still wants to leave the ground… we’ll give him a little push, — she said with a wink. Sheena held the broken propeller, sighing. — Strange, isn’t it? Feels like the whole farm is watching us… Grandpa always said old planes carry memories. Today, my heart flies with him. The tractor groaned, the crop-duster shook, and for a fleeting instant, the imaginary sky Sheena had seen as a child seemed to open inside the barn. Amid laughter, wing thumps, and knowing glances, the two wives realized this crazy attempt wasn’t just about flying — it was about keeping alive the memory of those they loved, even with their feet on the ground. Meanwhile, in the Plaza’s rooftop garden, tension was building to a whole other level. The Lass-Kickers were on the verge of exploding. Hands brushed against each other, phones raised, ready to capture the moment Jezebel’s Rubik’s Cube would finally reveal itself. — I love those two, you know? Friends for everything! — said Cindy Ling, flipping the third white corner of the cube upside down with another sharp CLICK. — I’ve never had a sparkling wine that comes close to Judy’s homemade moonshine! She adapted Shee’s grandfather’s recipe: grinds flour with malted corn and barley, and her personal touch… sunflower seeds. Wāsài! Best moonshine on the planet! I promised them I’d legalize the production one day… Hǎo le, Lass-Kickers… the third corner is unlocked. Just one more, and Jezzie’s Pandora’s Box shall open! Yī… èr… SAN! The final CLICK, followed by a hiss of depressurization, sent the seven friends into euphoria. Cindy trembled, holding her hands steady only out of sheer anticipation. Across the river, in Lockdown Falls, New Jersey, Jezebel squeezed her old hand grip exerciser inside the cell. Crows cawed above the barbed wire, as if echoing the creak of the device. The air itself seemed to grow heavier as her yellow eyes suddenly widened. There was no turning back. She knew it: her secret had been revealed. Her shaved head reflected the weak glow of the flickering fluorescent bulb, and deep dark circles carved her face with both old and fresh scars. Slowly, Jezebel lifted her head, eyes locked on the guard. The jingle of keys on the woman’s belt made her step back, hand gripping the radio, trembling for the very first time. Jezzie’s stare alone could melt a mountain… Back at the Plaza, Cindy, wearing laboratory gloves, carefully lifted the loosened white panel of the cube. Before reaching the hidden vial, she had to dismantle the cube’s mechanism. Just as Justine had deduced, the keychain’s chain came from inside the cube, attached to the vial’s cap. — You know what? Nǐ de shíjiān, Jennifer. You brought me back, so the honor is yours, — said Cindy, handing the vial and tweezers to her old rival. Jenny blinked, stunned: who was this woman — and what had happened to the Cindy who hated her back in school? — Just open it, Jen! — nudged Justine. Swallowing hard, Jenny pulled out the note encased in plastic, as if she were extracting her own heart. — Must be really precious to Jezzie… she even laminated this scribble! — joked Betty, earning a death glare from Jenny. On the front, scrawled by hand: “HOGAN’S ALLEY, 138, EAST BRONX.” On the back, a crooked drawing resembling a Kabuki mask — symbol of Japanese theater, where each color holds meaning — scribbled in red pen. And beneath it, in blood-like dripping letters, in that unmistakable Jezebel style: “FOLLOW.”
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Hey Queen, hru im great and i know and rlly sry for the flopping and i ain't better either, so ur not alone and yes i might even be taking a hiatus bc as u know school and stuff so u might not even see me for a while but, can't wait for some more edits! See ya 😊
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Hey Queen, hru im great and i know and rlly sry for the flopping and i ain't better either, so ur not alone and yes i might even be taking a hiatus bc as u knwo school and stuff so u might not even see me for a while but, can't wait for some more edits! See ya❤
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HEYYY! WHERE WERE YOU GURL!?? ❤ It's fine 😅 u don't need to apologise for being inactive at all. And thx for mentioning me, I really appreciate that, like really🎉 I saw the new episode but am starting to doubt Natalie's behaviour and Adrienette is getting unhealthy. The show had sm potential but they clearly messed up. I hope it gets bette
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 42 – LA HERMANA (Part 1) The Lass-Kickers had no idea what those three days would bring. It was as if the universe itself wanted to test the limits of their friendship and loyalty. Jenny, Justine, and Fantine never suspected that a simple visit to the nearly forgotten Jezzie in prison would change everything. A crude map scrawled on an old photo opened the way to a dangerous story. Serving life and always under watch, Jezebel received her friends like a ray of sunlight. The X on the map pointed to a strange box, carved with symbols, buried beneath the floor of Jeff Hyman High’s old library. Inside, they found a Rubik’s cube keychain hiding a time capsule. To decipher it, Jenny turned to Cindy Ling, her old basketball rival, now a world-famous model and designer. Cindy, sharp and wealthy, dropped her vacation plans in Iowa to dive into the chaos. After all, who could resist a challenge like that? But what began lighthearted quickly turned tense when a gang nearly trapped them in Hogan's Alley. That’s when Sister Maria Valentina Escovedo appeared—Jezzie’s twin sister and the ruling authority of the alley. Short like her twin but with a commanding presence, she arrived in a nun’s habit, gleaming crucifix, Japanese mask, and a staff that demanded respect. Jenny and the others were as stunned as the gang itself. Rumor had it no one had ever seen La Hermana without her mask until that moment—some even believed she was born that way. When she struck her staff against the ground, the masked followers snapped to attention. — Nuevas órdenes, mi rebaño. All violence is suspended until further notice. Disobey, and you’ll spend the week on your knees over corn… and shards of glass. ¿Hecho? — ¡Sí, Hermana! — Bueno... Everybody, masks off. Outside the van, Jenny and Cindy wasted no time in trading jabs. — A masked nun, community leader in a ghost town… — Jenny teased. — Suddenly the story about a gun-toting monk breaking into my house doesn’t sound so crazy, does it, Ling? — Oh, Jennifer! How could I have guessed? This is New York, after all. — Twins? — Juzz blinked, baffled. — Jezzie always thought she was alone in the world! — I did too… — the nun answered, sadness in her tone. — Sadly, I don’t think we’ll ever meet. These people are under my protection. Here, neither the police nor immigration agents dare to enter. This is a refuge for those who fled the border and hid from the law. Just as Jezebel once did… — Sister Maria, may I see the photo, please? …Wow. The picture showed Justine and Jezebel after a basketball game. Juzz, with her trademark backward cap, Knicks T-shirt, and shorts, hadn’t yet developed her legendary muscles, but her strength was clear—she lifted Jezebel off the ground with one arm. The goth, in her leather shawl, spiky hair, pale skin, and heavy makeup, kept her usual hard expression. But beside her clumsy friend—her only friend, really—she seemed to relax, almost smiling. — I remember that day… — Justine murmured as a lone tear slid down her cheek. — You took the photo, Betty, didn’t you? — Yes… — replied the Chilean kickboxer with a nostalgic smile. — It was the first time anyone saw that crazy girl smile… — MORE RESPECT! — Justine and Sister Maria shouted in unison. They glanced at each other, embarrassed, then burst out laughing. — Jezzie was always so reserved, so serious… I never thought she liked me that much… WAIT A SECOND! A trumpet blared through Hogan's Alley, cutting the atmosphere. Spotlights crossed the sky as a police helicopter closed in. Climbing down the rope ladder was Ritchie, the lawyer, there to rescue his girlfriend and her friends. — HANDS UP! YOU’RE SURROUNDED! — the helicopter’s speakers roared. Immediately, La Hermana’s followers raised their weapons toward the intruder. — ¡NO! — Valentina barked, staff raised. — ¡He dicho, SIN VIOLENCIA! — Justine? — her boyfriend shouted through the megaphone. — Ritchie? What are you doing here? How did you find us? — Believe it or not, — he said, jumping from the ladder — but it was Jezzie who told me I’d find you here. They hugged and kissed passionately, even if the timing couldn’t have been worse. — Jezzie? — Justine’s jaw dropped. — What do you mean? — She convinced the warden to let her call me. She was so desperate it was like she was crying blood… — Your husband, Justine? — Valentina asked. — No, Sister Maria. Just my boyfriend… for now. — Ritchie, — one of the officers called from the helicopter — we don’t mean to crash the party, but… our system’s showing at least a hundred undocumented migrants down there! La Hermana’s followers raised their guns again, ready to defend. — ¡NO! — she barked once more, threatening them with her staff. Jenny and Fantine whistled, signaling Justine and Ritchie to join them by the van’s door. — Uh… just a minute, Colonel? Hermana? The heated discussion that followed nearly drove Ritchie insane. He tried to talk them into leaving, but the seven women stood firm, arms crossed. Frustrated, he ran his hands through his blond hair, loosened his tie, and threw his gray blazer to the ground. — Aaaah, you’re all insane! — UH-HUH! — Fine… — he pressed his earpiece. — Colonel, listen… this is so embarrassing… My friends here refuse to leave until they find what they came for. So hold fire until further notice. Roger? — Roger. Ritchie sighed, then broke into a sly grin. — So, Lass-Kickers… who’s ready to uncover Jezebel’s secret?
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Omgggg hiiii it's been soooo long 😭😭😭 I'm fine, wbuuuu?? 👀🎀 We'll miss you 😭🫀 Dwww your edits will soon be going viral again, I'm sure of it 😌 Stay safe! 💗 We love youuu
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 37 – A STROLL THROUGH THE JEZEBEL MUSEUM CORRIDORS (Part 4) Cindy’s Plaza penthouse garden, once vast and luxurious, now felt horribly stifling. Jezebel Escovedo’s secrets, hidden for years inside Jeff Hyman High’s library, were finally spilling out. When the Rubik’s Cube keychain clicked open, it revealed something unexpected: at the end of the chain dangled a tiny glass vial, holding a carefully rolled-up, laminated note. On one side, written by hand, was the address: “HOGAN’S ALLEY, 138, EAST BRONX.” On the back, scribbled in red ink, was a crude sketch of a kabuki mask, with the word FOLLOW dripping down like blood. That was all the Lass-Kickers had for now. Nobody knew quite what to make of it—except for Fantine, Jenny, and Justine, who had visited Jezzie in prison. Cindy Ling, the supermodel, lounged with a foot massager buzzing under the table, and finally broke the silence. “So… any thoughts on what all this means?” Justine frowned in thought. “Didn’t Jezzie mention something about an alley when we saw her?” Jenny and Fantine nodded, remembering her bitter words: “The Alley Cat’s gonna turn to dust before she ever goes back to her alley!” “It’s gotta be a place that means a lot to her,” Jenny said. “And that number, 138…” “You think it’s about you, Jen?” Betty teased with a grin. “Come on, B.B.! Just because I dig the Misfits? She hardly even knew me…” “Quiet, both of you!” Cindy cut in, scrolling on her phone. “Here we go: Hogan’s Alley. Used to be five housing projects, abandoned twenty years ago after violent gang wars. Now it’s basically a ghost town in the East Bronx. So dangerous that neither cops nor criminals set foot there.” The whole room went silent. “Good heavens…” Fantine whispered. “I’ve been in charity work for years, and I’ve never once gotten a request for that area!” “If Jezebel really grew up somewhere like that…” Heidi wondered aloud. “Then she was always meant to be one of us!” Soozie finished. Jenny refocused them. “Alright, we’ve got the address. But what about this drawing?” Justine turned the keychain in her hand. “Jezzie was obsessed with Japanese culture and lucha libre. She never talked about it much, but her eyes lit up whenever wrestling was on. She was always doodling these masks…” “That’s right!” Cindy recalled. “She even had a T-shirt with that exact design!” “Totally,” Betty added with a laugh. “Even though she was quiet, skinny, and shorter than Fantine, you couldn’t ignore her.” Everyone laughed. “So if we find this mask painted on a door out there, that’s where Jezzie’s stash must be,” Jenny concluded. “Bingo!” Fantine said, springing to her feet. “Let’s roll!” Cindy hesitated. “I wish I could come… but my face is on every magazine. Can you imagine the headlines if the paps caught me in the East Bronx?” “Oh, please, Ling!” Juzz grinned. “Just throw on a stylish hood and let’s get moving!” Cindy glanced around at her friends’ expectant faces, then sighed and picked up her phone. “Mr. Reeves? I need a black electric van in fifteen minutes. Armored. Fast driver. And stock it with Violet Carsons, quality champagne, sugar-free Belgian chocolate…” “And a six-pack of Diet Turbo!” Justine shouted. “Who would’ve thought a crazy woman in prison would get the team back together…” Heidi muttered. “Hey! Show some respect!” Juzz punched her playfully. Meanwhile, in prison, Jezebel—handcuffed and wrapped in her black leather shawl—was escorted to the warden’s office. A large, bald man with a walrus mustache was munching on a bagel, typing carelessly on his laptop. “You wanted to see me, Escovedo?” he asked, sounding bored. Then, to everyone’s shock, Jezebel began to cry—the first time she’d shed tears in public since being locked up. “Mr. Warden… I’ve made a terrible mistake. I need to fix this before the people I care about get hurt…” The warden shut his laptop and stared, unsettled by her yellow, catlike eyes. “What are you up to this time?” “Please…” she begged. “Let me make a phone call. ¡Es muy, muy importante!”
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 41 – CONCRETE JUNGLE (Part 3) “Two million people barely satisfied / Two hundred women watch a woman cry, too late/ The eyes of honesty can achieve / How many millions do we deceive each day?” Jezebel was so out of control that night that not even the strongest meds could calm her. The warden had no choice: he canceled Monday service and let her sit at the chapel organ to find some peace. Her music was both feared and revered among the inmates. When Jezebel played, she could drag the rawest emotions out of anyone. I Get Up, I Get Down by Yes was her jam. She knew every baroque note of Rick Wakeman by heart and played it every Saturday before service. Jezebel always suspected Father Álvarez only tolerated it because of the word “crucifixion.” Who knows? But this time, she played differently. The heavy guilt that once hung on every note was gone. The melody flowed lighter, almost hopeful — like she could finally breathe after twelve years in prison. She had dragged Juzz and the Lass-Kickers into a storm, but somehow she’d found a way to help them, even from behind bars. One less burden to carry. Meanwhile, in Hogan’s Alley, a tattooed thug in a mask tossed a lighter into a ring of gasoline. Flames shot up, trapping the Lass-Kickers. The rest of the gang closed in, gripping pipes, chains, bats, and brass knuckles. “Guess that’s why everybody hates Mondays…” Betty muttered. “Seriously, Betty?” Juzz snapped. “Now?” Heidi and Soozie tried to call for help through Bluetooth, as discreetly as they could. “We’re already on our way, Hyde!” Cindy’s voice came through. “Punch it, Noah!” The van roared through the streets. At the same time, a police chopper cut across the skyline, Ritchie aboard, staring out the window and whispering in his head: Please, Juzz… hold on. The van screeched to a stop in front of the fire. Jenny threw the door open. “Get in, now!” “But… the secret—” Betty started. “Forget it, B.B.! Not worth it!” Before they could escape, a harsh trumpet blast split the night — metallic, old, like from a bullfight. The gang froze. Floodlights flared on from the roof of the shabbiest building on the block, its walls wrapped in barbed wire and its windows boarded shut. “BASTA!” a voice boomed. From the second floor descended a woman in a nun’s habit, her face hidden behind a Japanese noh mask. She carried a steel staff ringed with metal loops and crowned with a bull’s skull. When she struck the ground, the street itself seemed to shudder. “Put out that fire!” “Pe-pero, Hermana…” one thug stammered. She slammed the staff again. “Manuel! Chacal! Now!” The boys who had hauled the gasoline moments before scrambled, tossing a filthy blanket over the flames until only smoke curled up. Then they spread the same ragged cloth across the street like a red carpet, leading her to the center. She pointed at Justine, who stood frozen in the glare of the lights. “Tú. La mujer fuerte de gorrita. Venga acá.” Juzz blinked, pointing at herself: me? Betty jabbed her with an elbow and whispered something, earning a low growl from Justine: “You’ll pay for this, B.B.!” The nun gestured again, her tone calm but firm, murmuring in Spanish as if coaxing a nervous dog. Heart pounding, Justine stepped forward, that eerie déjà vu tightening around her chest. “Perdón for the mess,” the woman said. “These boys… their methods are far too vulgar. I only ask one thing: lower your bandana.” “Huh?” “Lower it.” Her voice sharpened. Justine shot a look at Jenny and Fantine, standing at the van door, clinging to each other. Inside, Cindy pretended it was just another night, sipping champagne straight from the bottle. With a deep breath, Justine tugged her bandana down. The nun trembled, her lips quivering. “Vaya! I knew… one day I would meet you, Justine…” She reached inside her habit. Juzz tensed, fists ready — but instead of a weapon, the woman drew out a photo frame. Justine froze. In it, two teenage girls on the Jeff Hyman High outdoor court: Jezebel and herself. She was the only one who ever made the goth crack a smile. Slowly, the nun removed her veil, then her mask. Silence crushed the alley. The Lass-Kickers’ jaws dropped. The face beneath was Jezebel’s — the same features, but with long hair, without the feline eyes, and with a slightly healthier glow. “But… you…” Juzz stammered, her eyelids and lower lip trembling. “Exacto. Jezebel wrote much about you in her diaries, Justine,” she said, voice shaking. “My name is Sister Maria Valentina… Escovedo.” She drew a long breath. “Me and Jezzie… we are the last Escovedos alive.”
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 38 – A STROLL THROUGH THE JEZEBEL MUSEUM CORRIDORS (Part 5) Ritchie was one of those guys who looked straight out of a movie – handsome, wealthy, and a certified bon vivant. He and Justine met about two years back in a way that felt like a total fairy tale. He was trying to get out from under his dad’s shadow – a super tough, big-shot New York judge – so he was spending his time looking for oddball cases to defend at the local precincts. That’s how he met Justine: gorgeous, athletic, full of energy, and with this crazy charm… except she was in jail. She and like tem other activists had gotten arrested for protesting this cosmetics company that tested stuff on stray cats, which really ticked off the animal lovers in Manhattan. It was instant – he saw her in the hallway, she was behind bars. Ritchie was floored by this woman in a baseball cap, with hazel eyes and, let’s be real, a body that could stop traffic. He whipped out his card and paid her bail right then and there, pretending he was her boyfriend. To Juzz, it almost felt like he was proposing. When she woke up on top of Bear Mountain, snuggled up to him in the bed of a blue ’67 El Camino with Indian print cushions, she knew she’d found her guy. Out of all the original Lass-Kickers, Juzz was the only one who’d gotten lucky in the male department, but everyone dug Ritchie right away. Her wild energy and obsession with physical excellence went great with his more laid-back, sarcastic ways. These days, Ritchie would rather work from their fancy apartment than run all over town. He does pretty much everything by phone and video, and only leaves his fancy apartment to work out with Juzz or for their mountain romantic dates – always with old tunes and tons of junk food. Being home so much, Ritchie ended up taking care of Juzz’s eleven cats. He became a total pro at multitasking: solving cases, watching ‘Cops’ and trying to declaw these furry royals. “Leon, get off the shelf! Maya, eat like the lady you’re not! Easy, Evel… I know it hurts, but Mommy Juzz wants your nails extra short, okay?” He said, sighing, tossing the clippers, and crashing on the Chesterfield couch. “Speaking of her... Justine, come on. You left for the gym at six this morning and haven’t even texted? It’s almost nightfall!” One of his many phones buzzed on the table. “Here we go... if it’s not her or my mom, I’m hanging up... WHAT?!” His heart skipped a beat, he felt a shiver at the name on the black screen: “LOCKDOWN FALLS PENITENTIARY” Meanwhile... Being Lass-Kickers didn’t mean the women didn’t have lives. Dressed in all black, Cindy Ling and the others piled into a van through the Plaza’s back, trying to stay away from Cindy’s fans and photographers. Jenny left her daughter with her mom in Brooklyn, and Fantine spent forever picking up her girls from school – and they weren’t happy about it. Stuck in traffic on the way to the Bronx, Cindy, Fantine, Juzz, Betty, and Jenny were crammed in the van, with Hyde and Soozie right behind them on Sooz’s monstrous V8 motorcycle. “By Neptune’s beard!” Juzz said. “It’s already five, and I haven’t talked to Ritch since breakfast. And, for a change, my phone’s dead!” “Everything okay back there?” Sooz yelled, banging on the van’s window. “All good. Want some chicken?” “Only you would be thinking about food right now, Juzz…” “Why not, Betty? Champagne all day doesn’t fill you up. And I just love fried chicken!” “Yeah, whatever... and Sooz? Whoever made your bike deserves na award! The two of you must weigh like 600 pounds together, and the suspension doesn’t even twitch!” “Haha, very funny… We should be in there with you guys!” Heidi called from behind Sooz. “How?” Betty shot back. “The two of you barely fit in YOUR car!” The girls cracked up. “Can we get a little serious here, ladies?” Cindy called from the front, snacking on diet chocolate. “Isn’t New York traffic bad enough?” “She’s right!” Fantine added. “GPS says we’re two blocks from this ‘Hogan’s Alley.’ Buckle up…” Suddenly, all seven women felt a chill. The vibe of New York was way different from this place. People had vanished, and the fancy SUVs were replaced by old junkers. The road was full of holes, speed bumps were wrecked. The stray cats on the streetlights were as skeletal as coyotes. The buildings were falling apart, covered in barbed wire and boarded-up windows. Even the van driver tensed up and slowed down. “Yep, welcome to Disneyland…” “Not now, Juzz!” Jenny poked her. “I’ve never seen anything like this…” Fantine said, crossing herself next to Cindy. “What a nightmare…” Betty looked out the window. “How long do you think Jezzie lived here?” “Vuilnis... This looks like Skull Island!” Heidi muttered, holding onto her girlfriend. “Just for living in a place like this, Jezebel’s already got my respect,” Sooz said, wiping sweat from her helmet. There was no going back. The Lass-Kickers weren’t leaving until they found out what Jezebel Escovedo wanted them to know. All they had was a key, an address… and a kid’s drawing.
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 40 – CONCRETE JUNGLE (Part 2) Things went downhill in a heartbeat. Less than two hours ago, the Lass-Kickers had been laughing together, trying to crack Jezebel’s Rubik’s cube keychain — a mystery that seemed to guard secrets buried long ago. And now? Cornered in Hogan’s Alley, a no-man’s-land in the Bronx, shunned both by the law and by criminals themselves. “Covering our faces to come here might not have been the smartest move, huh, Betty?” Justine teased. “You think, Juzz?” Betty flipped her bangs aside and tied a red Muay Thai headband. “Relax… This is nothing compared to the Torture Chamber. Piece of cake!” “Then let’s go!” Justine cracked her knuckles, turned her cap backward, and spread her arms wide. “Send the big guy first!” The brute spun a chain overhead like a cowboy with a lasso. He tried six times to land a hit on Justine — missed them all. On the seventh swing, she kicked the chain out of his grip, grabbed him, and suplexed the guy like he was a pillow… straight onto Betty. The kickboxer didn’t even flinch: one clean uppercut to the chin and the man was out cold. “You guys should’ve taken self-defense classes while Jezebel was locked up!” Betty laughed, adjusting her gloves. “I bet even her keychain fights better than you!” The tattooed gang leader, steel pipe in hand, lunged forward. The two didn’t hesitate: they picked up the unconscious brute and tossed him at the boss like a garbage bag. Meanwhile, inside one of the buildings, Heidi and Soozie were clearing a corridor. For the Mayhem Couple, this was child’s play: just charge forward, chest first, and the thugs scattered like bowling pins. “You boys really need more practice!” Sooz chuckled, holding three men in a headlock. “With skills this soft, weapons won’t help you!” “That’s my girl!” Heidi stole a quick kiss mid-fight. “Good thing we’re powerlifting champs. It feels a bit unfair… but that’s their problem. Come on, none of these doors has the mask!” Back in the van parked at the alley’s entrance, a different kind of fight was happening. “C’mon, Jennifer, just one sip!” Cindy begged, hand outstretched. “No way, Ling. You promised you’d stay sober on this mission!” “Promised? I didn’t promise anything! YOU forced me!” “Ladies!” Fantine cut in, her voice sharp like a mom scolding kids. “Jezebel first. THEN you can fight. Or do you want a time-out in the corner?” Both women muttered at once, sulking: “Fine, Captain…” “And stop calling Fantine ‘Captain,’ Cinderella!”“Call me that again and I’ll—” “Oh, good heavens… it’s like we’re back in high school,” Fantine sighed, exasperated. Back in the Hogan’s Alley ring, Betty bounced with boxer footwork, taunting the masked men. “Not bad, Mermaid… for someone who’s never fought for real, you’re holding up.” “What life punishes…” “The Chamber blesses!” Betty grinned. “Bring it on. Tonight’s ours!” “Dang right!” Justine cracked her neck, folding her arms with confidence. “And nobody leaves until we get answers!” That’s when four building doors burst open at once, unleashing a flood of masked figures. “Uh, Cindy?” Betty whispered through her Bluetooth, trying to hide the fear. “What exactly do you mean by ‘ghost town’?” “We’re in deep trouble here, Jen!” “We know, Juzz, but don’t panic — reinforcements are on the way!” And sure enough, they came. Heidi and Soozie roared in on their flame-painted V8 motorcycle, BAD NEWS scrawled across the tank. Tires screeched as they tore through the crowd. Sooz pulled motocross tricks like it was nothing, and the couple hurled their helmets straight into the mob. “The Muscular Cavalry has arrived, Betty!” Sooz shouted. “Right on time!” Betty yelled back, relieved. The tattooed boss whistled. Two kids ran in; pushing a shopping cart with an open gas can inside. In seconds, fire traced a blazing circle around the fight. Up above, in the only lit window of Hogan’s Alley, a masked woman watched through binoculars, typing furiously on a battered old laptop. Suddenly, she froze. She grabbed an old photo frame, compared it to one of the women down below. The eyes… there was no denying them. Shocked, she dropped the frame. “No puede ser…”
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Hey Queen, hru im great and i know and rlly sry for the flopping and i ain't better either, so ur not alone and yes i might even be taking a hiatus bc as u know school and stuff so u might not even see me for a while but, can't wait for some more edits! See ya 😊
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Hey Queen, hru im great and i know and rlly sry for the flopping and i ain't better either, so ur not alone and yes i might even be taking a hiatus bc as u know school and stuff so u might not even see me for a while but, can't wait for some more edits! See ya 😊
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LadyxNoir_Editz
Heyy guys!!!
Hru all??
Sorry for being so inactive!! I will be going on a break for 2 weeks or more cause of exams....
This account of mine is so dead omgg...😭😭
Ig I lost my interest in Miraculous and My Miraculous edits are flopping too....:(
But I absolutely loved the nee episode of s6 Mr.argreste!! Ya'll should defo watch it!!!!
Aaahh I am also not in touch with many of you..so sorry abt that..life's been busy and in the free time I get I just edit..
Hope u all are doing well!!!❤️🔥❤️🔥
I uploaded an edit..pls watch it:)
youtube.com/shorts/_em4lQcR_S...
Hru guys?? Mentioning a fee of my friends after a long time!
@helenxnoir @Carameditz @Butterfly_Sensei @KhyARThi @miraculous_roaster @Galaxia_Editz @BankaWeasley @Minnix-5 @WildStarEdits @CC_OFC
Bug out!!❣️
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