Secrets {Chat Noir x Reader}

New Book!

Hey guys! My new book is out and I have the first chapter up. Btw it's a longer chapter. So, please read that, again I'm sorry I  ended this book, I'm not deleting this book but it's done. Sorry. But please read my new book! And for the last time, BYEEE KITTYIES!!! Here is the first chapter:
Y/N POV
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"Y/N! Wake up!" My brother Kyle yells at me. He's shaking me.
"Ok! Ok, I'm up!" I yell back. He gets out of the car and walks to mom. We just moved to Paris, France because my mom and dad thought it would be good for us to get a 'new start'. Let's just say things went perfect back in California.
I got out and grabbed my stuff from the trunk. The moving trucks were already here. We have like 5 of them. My Dad owns like 3 different company's and my mom is a well known model. Me and my brother are also models.
My mom had bright blond hair with bright blue eyes. She has a fairly small body but has lots of curves. She doesn't need much makeup to look beautiful witch makes her even more beautiful. Her name is Isabella but most people call her Bell.
My dad is a tough looking man. He's really tall. He also has bright blond hair but has green eyes. He is fairly muscular. When you look at him, you would think he killed someone, but when you get to know him, he's a great guy, but he's always busy with work. His name is Chris.
My brother is what every girl looks for in a guy. He's smart, kind, funny, fairly tall, muscular-ish, honest, cute, he's every thing someone wants. He's can even sing. He has bright blond hair like his mom and dad and teal eyes. Being around him 24/7 tho, he gets pretty annoying. His name is Kyle.
Me? I'm a puzzle. And I don't want to be solved. My real parents died 3 years ago. I've gone through many foster parents before Chris and Bella found me and took me in. My parents died from... I don't even know. It started with my brother. They found him dead in his bed with a bullet in his head. Next was my dad. He was out golfing one day and never came back. We got a call from a cop saying someone shot him, but they didn't find the killer. Lastly was my mom. I miss her the most. We were walking out of the movies to try and cheer up and we were having a great time. My mom was on my left and I saw one of my friends on my right. When I waved to her, I heard a gun shot. I felt my mom start to fall. I slowly looked at her. Why did I look? I didn't have to look. Her eyes were wide, and there was a bullet hole in the side of her head. I cried. Right there. Later on I came to find out that some of my other close relatives had died too. Most had a bullet in there head. Some were in a car accident. It didn't matter. They were dead. And they weren't coming back. My friends tried so hard to cheer me up, but I just gave up. Then, after 3 years of darkness, I found my light. It was small, but I grabbed it and I never let it go. That light was my new mom and dad. And Kyle. They knew it would be hard for me to live a normal life back in California, so we moved all the way to Paris. I've always wanted to go here. And now, here we are. At our new home. I dosed off in the car again and no one woke me up. But when I finally did, it was dark and the moving trucks were gone. I went inside to see everything set up.
"You were a big help" Kyle said with a face full of food.
"Well I would have been if you woke me up." I said crossing my arms. I yawn. Somehow after like, 8 hours of sleep, I'm still tired.
"Your still tired? Well your rooms ready if you want to sleep. It's the 3rd room on the left of the 3rd floor. Good night honey." My mom says I hug her and dad and just glance at Kyle.
When I got to my room I was shocked to see that my room looked exactly the sam as my room in cali. Except this time I have a balcony. I walk through the double doors and sit on a chair at a table. I sigh as I look at the amazing view. I feel my self drift off to sleep when I swear I see a small red thing jump building to building. Must be my imagination. I think about what my new school will be like as a drift of to a dreamless dream.