Adrien Agreste Cat Noir Novels & Stories

Then the cruel smile returned. “Adrian. What a pleasant surprise. Did you come to apologize for the freak you’re keeping in your bed?” Adrian didn’t answer immediately. He took a step forward. Then another. His scent filled the apartment — burnt wood, leather, pure fury. The wolf was at the surface now, eyes black, canines elongated, claws retracted but ready. “You went to my penthouse,” he said, his voice low, controlled, deadly. “You touched what is mine. You called my Omega a freak.”

The Valente estate rose like a fortress carved from nightmares and dreams- three stories of black glass and white stone, terraces dripping with vibrant bougainvillea, armed men stationed at every corner pretending they weren’t watching our every move. Adrian stepped out first, all lethal grace in that black suit. He turned back to me and extended one large, tattooed hand, palm up. Waiting. I stayed glued to the leather seat, arms crossed so tight my nails left crescents in my skin. I would not make this easy.

Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine. “Hi, looking for me?” Brittany greeted Catherine with a bright smile and Catherine got irritated. “Look Brittany, I’m not interested.” Brittany’s smile vanished at Catherine’s rejection. She hasn’t even started yet. “That’s okay. You guys aren’t even in an open relationship yet.” Brittany confidently said and suddenly Brittany’s heart beat fast when Catherine seriously looked at her. Catherine’s eyes were piercing and it’s like Catherine could see her soul. It was cold and mysterious. It was different from the way how Catherine looks at Lyra. Brittany thought that Catherine really does have this handsome features. Something that Brittany could

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

Who is this guy? As I cast my eyes over him like a ravenous animal I can immediately tell he's substantially taller than me; at least 6ft 5. He has lustrously thick black hair that looks untidy but beautiful. His eyes are expressive and large that look as deep as rich, dark chocolate. To top it off his lips are a plump and sultry shade of deep pink. Oh my god! I don't think I've ever seen a man as beautiful as him. I can't call him handsome as that word just doesn't do him justice. Before I can look away he suddenly looks up and stares straight at me! My god, he has a fierce stare! I quickly look down and take a sip of my drink. No doubt he thinks I'm odd for staring at him like that. I feel

“What? Gonna cry? Or maybe kill me? Pfft. You’re a toothless little bitch. All bark. No bite.” My head tilted slightly. And then I smiled. “Funny, coming from a walking STD with fake lashes and a soul as hollow as her silicone tits,” I spat. “Tell me, Caterina, what the hell do you really know about me and Adriano? Nothing. Because if you did, you’d realize I’d burn this entire villa down for him—not take over it.” Her face paled.

And when it came to his business, nothing ever felt safe. She got ready quickly, pulling on the outfit one of the house staff had left for her—a black coat, fitted trousers, and boots that clicked softly against the marble as she made her way down the grand staircase. Adrien was already waiting by the door, phone in hand, his expression unreadable. He wore black, as always. The kind of black that absorbed light, as though it was meant to remind people of who he was the heir to one of the most feared Mafia families in Europe.

Lisa closed her eyes, her wolf waiting in anticipation for him to touch her. Adrien watched her with an evil smirk, withdrawing both his fingers and lips to himself, “You’re a whore. And you want me just as I want you.” He said before leaving the room.

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Adrian screamed, completely losing his mind as he lunged forward. He didn't care about the corporate ruin, his father’s health, or Tristan’s threats. He was driven entirely by a dark, toxic hunger to possess the masterpiece he had discarded six years ago. Adrian slammed his large, heavy hands against the mirror wall on either side of Noah’s head, trapping Noah’s lean frame within the tight circle of his broad shoulders. The heavy scent of rain, sweat, and cheap alcohol filled the tiny space between their faces.