Adrien Agreste Cat Noir Novels & Stories

Usually reacts with a glare that could curdle milk or worse, a warning hiss… but instead, she tilts her head. Adrian notices her immediately, his expression lighting up. “Oh wow… is that your cat?” “Yes,” I say carefully. “And she’s not very social.” He crouches slowly, not reaching for her, just holding out his fingers at a respectful distance. “Hey there, beautiful. I’m Adrian.” I hold my breath. Blackie steps closer. My jaw nearly drops when she sniffs his hand and then rubs her head against his fingers. “Oh my God,” I whisper.

A snarl that comes from somewhere deeper than my throat. The rogue twists away, claws scraping my shoulder. Pain sparks, but it’s distant, muted by adrenaline and fury. I slam into it again, driving it back toward the stone wall. This is not elegant. This is not controlled. This is not a demonstration. This is survival. A black blur collides from the side. Adrian’s wolf. Massive, glossy black, eyes green like blades. He hits the rogue with force that’s almost frightening, pinning it hard enough that the stone beneath us seems to vibrate.

“You two are either geniuses or complete psychopaths.” Isabella tilted her head. “Probably both.” Leo chuckled, but his eyes remained cold. “Now, let’s see if Moreau takes the bait.” Monte Carlo, Monaco – A Private Penthouse Adrien Moreau sat in his luxury penthouse, swirling a glass of vintage Bordeaux in his hand. The dim lights cast long shadows over the pristine marble floors, and a breeze drifted in from the open balcony overlooking the Mediterranean. But Adrien wasn’t admiring the view. His attention was fixed on the financial reports glowing on his tablet.

She was dying to see. Adrian shifted, a light engulfed his body and he turned into a black wolf. Scarlett's jaw dropped in awe. Adrian was like a majestic creature standing tall and proud, his muscular frame exuding strength and power. His fur, as black as the midnight sky, gleams with an otherworldly sheen, reflecting the moonlight in a mesmerizing display. As he turned, his eyes, a fiery crimson, burn with an intensity that captivates all who dare to meet his gaze.

Her enticing scent was not in the air. I walked down to the woods. Getting out of my clothes, I gave way for Lore to take over, my wolf coming to the front. Lore was a very large black wolf. Towering over every wolf I have come across. Not even my father’s wolf was this big. Although Lore was the same color as my father’s wolf, Adrian. They were nothing alike. Where Adrian acted on impulse and out of control, Lore was more calculated. Though I must say Adrian was one of the many reasons my father was feared.

Noah, meanwhile, lets his hands slide over my stomach, brushing my skin with exasperating slowness. "We're going to make you lose your mind, Louise," he breathes against my nape. I arch slightly, unable to repress the shiver running through me. Noah laughs softly, a husky laugh, charged with desire. "So sensitive..." His fingers venture under my blouse, brushing the delicate lace of my bra. Adrien pulls back a centimeter, just enough to plunge his gaze into mine. His pupils are dilated, black with desire. "You're magnificent when you let go," he murmurs.

Usually reacts with a glare that could curdle milk or worse, a warning hiss… but instead, she tilts her head. Adrian notices her immediately, his expression lighting up. “Oh wow… is that your cat?” “Yes,” I say carefully. “And she’s not very social.” He crouches slowly, not reaching for her, just holding out his fingers at a respectful distance. “Hey there, beautiful. I’m Adrian.” I hold my breath. Blackie steps closer. My jaw nearly drops when she sniffs his hand and then rubs her head against his fingers. “Oh my God,” I whisper.

“I care about the fact that you’re getting aggravated daily. I can see you losing control.” I stiffened. If he only knew what was actually happening inside my head—how close Fenris, my wolf, was to dragging us both off a cliff—he wouldn't be so casual. “So, what’s the real story?” Adrian continued. On his forearm, Black, his pet snake, flicked its tongue lazily. The damn thing had been hiding under Adrian’s wardrobe for two days, and now it was back to acting like a designer watch. “Nothing is happening,” I snapped, ashes falling onto my grey sweats. “Drop it.”

“You stay here until I say otherwise.” Adrien ignored him, stalking to the decanter on his desk. His fingers trembled as he poured, the slight shake twisting his rage tighter. He swallowed the scotch in one hit, fire searing down. “You don’t give me orders. I’m not your prisoner.” Damien closed the space between them, a calm shadow never breaking. “You’re not. But you’re also not immortal.” Adrien’s gaze snapped to him. Heat sparked in the narrow gap, wild and dangerous. He wanted to shove him back, fire him, erase him. Instead, he poured another drink, his throat tight.

AM I NOT ENOUGH? Bastien grabbed her hands and climbed on top of her, pulling down his pants. —Let’s see if you still want it. —No, Bastien, no, please don’t, I beg you, no. Bastien, full of anger, thrust hard. —Bastien, stop, stop, please, I didn’t do anything, Bastien. Kate cried trying to explain, but Bastien didn’t listen. His rage, jealousy, and pain clouded his reason. He kept holding her forcefully until he finished.