Adrien And Marinette Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"It is not his fault that he finds himself obsessed with a toxic woman like Clarance. I mean, were you any better? You even had a child with her." Adriano clenched his jaw tight. They stared at each other heatedly for some seconds, then he chuffed and looked away, "You are right." He finally muttered. "But..." "No buts, Adriano," Avery cut in. "No buts. It is a request." He snorted and smirked before pulling her into his arms and spinning her around so she was against the wall. "Martin is lucky I love you," Adriano growled before he could realize what he had just said, and the mild surprise in Avery's eyes. He kissed her deeply.

Serena pov Adrian leaned in far too close, his scorching breath brushing my ear like a silent tease. In the past, my body would have melted at that alone. But this time, nothing. Worse—I felt a wave of nausea. I reached out to push him back. My palm had barely touched his chest when he tilted his head and claimed my lips. It caught me completely off guard. I couldn't dodge in time, and the kiss landed full and firm. I used to love kissing Adrian—craved it, even. He was so disciplined: no smoking, no drinking. Kissing him felt like sinking into cool mint morning mist, addictive and intoxicating. This time, though, I turned my head before he could take more. He didn't notice my resistance. His

I wanted him, needed him, to drown out the ghost of Callum’s touch, his voice, his memory. By the time we reached the bedroom, I was already pulling at Adrian’s shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He chuckled, low and teasing, as he caught my wrists. “Take it easy, tiger,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a half-smile that made my heart stutter. The nickname should have irritated me, but instead, it sent a shiver down my spine. “I don’t want to take it easy,” I shot back, my voice trembling with need.

Vivian's cheeks flushed, and then Adrian held her hand and smiked his most charming smile at the couple. As soon as they walked past them, they ran out of the hotel laughing like teenagers who just toilet papered a house. Liam was waiting outside for them. They entered the car making out. The desire between them was fueled by the hatred they had for each other. "That sharp mouth of you should better be prepared to scream my name tonight." Adrian said as the car pulled over in front of the Condo. "We'll see." Vivian said as she opened the door and briskly walked to the front door.

"Don't lie. You wanted to see me again. Wanted to know if that little spark between us was real or just your imagination." Mara's back hit the bookshelf behind her. She hadn't even realized she'd been retreating. "You're pretty sure of yourself." "Am I wrong?" She should leave. Walk away. Go back to her textbook and forget this ever happened. Instead, she lifted her chin, finding a thread of courage buried beneath her shyness. "No. You're not wrong." The air between them seemed to crackle. Adrian took another step closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne, cedar and something darker, more dangerous.

The first time I found Adrian and his private assistant, Mia, texting each other good night after midnight, we had our biggest fight yet. After that, when I asked him to keep his distance, he deliberately got even closer to her, determined to make me stop being so sensitive. He took Mia shopping for furniture for our future home, let her sit beside him in his car, and when I was sick with a fever, left me alone while he took her to his family’s estate. Every time I said something hurt me, Adrian pushed a little further. Eventually, I stopped asking. Adrian thought he had finally won. At the housewarming party for our new Tribeca penthouse, I pressed my finger to the smart lock. Fingerprint

“Let’s go, Rosie!” Sean hissed “They’re disgusting! I don’t want you here, being forced to watch this kind of thing…” “We really must go.” Adrien’s voice easily swallowed his “To repay your lovely gift, I must repay my bride with the victory.” “You wish…!” the idiot grunted “Leon and I will never allow that…!” If Madlock was really planning on saying he was capable of beating Adrien, I would never know. Because, when my fiancé's arm gripped my waist tighter, lifting my feet off the ground, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

I still don't look up, making him sigh. "Fine!" He says after just a minute passes with me sitting quietly. Then he leans forward, grabs my chin and tilts my face, quickly pecking my lips. "Satisfied?" He asks pulling away and staring at my eyes as I smile at him. I shake my head and once again press my lips on his. "Now satisfied," I mumble, enjoying the sight of his bright red cheeks. Adrien was so immersed in the game that he didn't see anything. After he finishes his game, I take the seat in front of the computer and start playing. A few minutes later, I hear the door click open followed by a high-pitched squeal.

Adrian’s voice drifted through the wood, deep and entirely unbothered. There was a brief rustle, the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric, followed by another muffled laugh from my sister before their bedroom door clicked shut. ​Then, absolute silence. ​The silence was worse than the noise. My mind immediately filled in the blanks. They were a married couple who had been separated on their very wedding night, forced apart for a week because of her work. Of course they weren't just going to sleep. The moment that door closed, they would be in each other's arms, making up for lost time. Adrian would be holding her, kissing her, touching her—the exact same way he had touched me in my feverish

ADRIENNE “I’m in town, miss Hanson and I thought to reach out to you. I hope you’ve been well? Three years ago, when you chose to walk out such a promising career, didn’t think to advice you against it. Honestly, I believed it was your choice to make and hoped you were happy with it. But these last few years, my conscience has continued to bug me which is why I’m reaching out again with another opportunity for you to shine. There’s a show coming out soon where you can showcase your culinary skills. I hope you can give it a try – best, Mr. Hubert.”