Novel & Cerita Cat Noir X Adrien

Adrian said eyeing his wristwatch on which I simply rolled my eyes “let’s go...” I told him and pulled him with me by holding back of his neck, he tried to speak to that hot receptionist but I simply kept him dragging with me “heyyy….. Why are you so grumpy..” Adrian huffed freeing himself from my hold “Seemed like even Katina failed to please you haa…?” Adrian added mocking me “Haa…? How do you know that bitch name?” I questioned him with raised eyebrow “Because I did my test drive on her curvy ravishing body before letting her to you” Adrian said with a proud smile “God…. She was fire… just like Fucking magma who was burning me from inside out” he added while we were waiting for valet to b

he teased while amused by the precise way her hand moved as she drew musical notes and scribbled lyrics on her planner. "I'm not." Veronica muffled a sigh with her other hand. "Sure." Tomek scoffed. Then he saw the Polaroid picture of her kissing Floofie, her black Scottish Fold cat. The photo was sticky-taped on the back cover. "Where's the fluff? Still at your mom's?" "Yeah. Left him there again. I miss him." Not a minute had passed when she shut her planner and stuffed it back in her bag. Glancing over the long row of high-rise buildings, Tomek then saw Adrien, who was his and Théo's closest friend among their flatmates. "Yo, wanker!" Tomek waved at the two short-haired male models w

"I’d like that. Thank you." "It’s we who should be thanking you! After everything you’ve done for the seniors around here, it’s the least we can do." Sophie disappeared into the kitchen. Minou hopped off my lap, stretched, and went to rub against Adrien’s legs, meowing loudly. I looked at him, slightly impressed. "Even the cat adores you, Adrien. How much did you promise him for that?" He looked down at the cat, then met my eyes. "This one’s free. For once."

I yanked off my coat and hung it on the hook before sauntering over to the living room; I was about to take a seat when Adrian yelled out. "Oh, my God!" He asked, my heart almost jumped to my throat. "Please don't tell me that fucker scratched you." I asked, turning around to face him. Adrian let out a shaky laugh. "She didn't." "So?" I asked, frowning when he brought out the cat from the box. "Do you have cat food?" Adrian asked, and I literally yanked my own hair in annoyance. "Like the fuck I have?" I barked, it hasn't even been a full hour since the cat got here and I was already losing my mind. "I don't own a fucking cat, Adrian!"

I bit my inner cheek and kept the pain off my face. Adrien’s voice was cool. “You gonna join me properly, or just flash your ass and call it foreplay?” “You love my ass,” I shot back, settling in beside him. Our thighs touched. “I do,” he murmured, eyes still half-lidded. “But I also love not being toyed with. I laughed. I couldn't help it. “Guilty.” "Right now you look like a goddamn cat in heat.” Adrien snorted, lips curling as he leaned back in the tub, arms stretched along the rim like he hadn’t just eye-checked me the moment I stepped in.

Kat has to accept that whatever she does, there will be no more love for Adrian for her. ***

Adrian arrived that evening to meet the cat. He had texted earlier asking if Noah had survived the introduction, and I had sent back a photo of Noah sitting cross-legged on the floor in serious conversation with Cantilever. Adrian’s response was eleven minutes of silence which I had come to understand meant he was trying not to laugh. He arrived at seven with Noah, who went directly to check on Elena II. Cantilever, asleep on Ethan’s structural notes, lifted his head, assessed

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

It was a weapon, and Leo was its target. Adrian crawled onto the bed, his movements fluid and graceful, like a big cat stalking its prey. He loomed over Leo, caging him in with his arms, his body a shadow that blocked out the city lights. The scent of him—sandalwood, whiskey, and pure, unadulterated male musk—was overwhelming, intoxicating.