Chat Noir X Adrien Novels & Stories

Once they were gone, Adrien reached for a croissant, took a bite, and licked the butter off his thumb. “You’re playing with fire,” I said. He shrugged. “Better than being bored.” “You think this is a game?” “No,” Adrien said. “But I think you are. You’re pretending I’m just cargo. Just a package. But you watched me, didn’t you?” My blood went cold. “I know you did,” he whispered, voice lower now. “The camera has a faint red light. It blinked.” My mouth went dry. “Did you like the show?” he asked, licking another smear of butter off his knuckle. “You should’ve seen me after the third one. I was—”

I plate the eggs, move the toast, pour the juice, do all the quiet ordinary things that ordinary mornings ask for, and when I turn back to the table I find Noir at the far end with his gaze fixed on the living room doorway with a murderous glare. I follow his line of sight. Adrian is in the doorway, freshly cleaned up, the bruising along his cheekbone having deepened overnight into a dark, impressive purple. He looks back at Noir with an expression I can only describe as entertained. Noir's face doesn't move. His eyes however, would've killed Adrian if looks could kill. I put the plates down and pull out my chair. "Eat."

“One he shouldn’t know exists.” Ryan frowned. “Shouldn’t?” Adrien gave a small, humorless smile. “I stopped trusting the word never years ago.” They took Adrien’s car a black sedan that smelled faintly of gun oil and mint. As they drove, the city blurred into streaks of silver and gray. Rain started again, soft at first, then steady. Ryan watched the droplets slide down the window, his reflection fractured by each line of water. “How long have you had that place?”

Adrien’s voice, icy and implacable, filled the car: — "Elena, I’m giving you exactly sixty seconds to delete that message. If you leave it, I’m taking the first flight to Nice, I’m bringing you back by force, and I’ll make sure your residency permit vanishes from the records. Do you think I’m bluffing?" "Holy sh*t!" Chloé barked, slamming on the brakes at a red light. "Who is this psychopath? He sounds like a Bond villain. His voice just gave me the chills." I sighed, defeated. I knew he wasn't bluffing. Beneath his "genius surgeon" exterior, Adrien de Valois had enough reach to administratively erase me from the country. I deleted the message with a sharp flick. A second later, Adrien delet

I moved around the lagoon and found the herbs that I needed and prepared medicine out of them and applied to his wounds. I had never ever in my life seen a naked guy this closely, but I did see some adult magazines that Iris had brought with her one day. It was full of pictures of men, she dreamt of. I had been disgusted as to how can she think about so many men at a time but was drawn towards those pictures and had admired and looked at those pictures of naked men posing for the photographer.

I declared, immediately, as a searing pain started in my heart. "You're not my mate." Ulfred said, with his cold eyes on me. His gaze made me shiver and I staggered at his words. "You accepted me yesterday." I said, in a low tone. My eyes had turned blurry due to unshed tears. "I never declared you as my mate." Ulfred said to me. "I, Ulfred, Alpha of the Dark Wand Pack, reject you as my mate!" He declared and immediately, I fainted due to shock.

"Right or left, Sir?" "Left, then another left in the next intersection," Adrien replied to the cab driver after pausing from bickering with Vincent over soccer players. He didn't sound as drunk as earlier, so the cabbie took his word and drove on. "Excuse the two horndogs beside you, Mister. They haven't seen each other in forever," Adrien prattled on, "You know...LDR, tight schedules and shit." Sitting beside him, Laurin and Vincent snickered.

I said, handing him the paper. He took the crumpled note, skimmed the message then popped the locks. "In the back," he said, motioning with his thumb. We pulled away from the curb and I shuddered. Even with the growing distance between us, I could feel the tattooed man's murderous gaze, signing my death warrant. The streets flew by my window, blurring into one long, pastel streak. Not that I cared. The walled cities always looked the same, with every building a minimum of two stories high, painted in one of four pastel shades and a single coded steel door at its front.

Aaron told him, Icardi sat with his eyes closed. He was mumbling a lot of words that were not understood by everyone Black wanted to destroy more of her body but he felt something stopping him He looked at the magician with malice, to get away from above her and head towards him with the intention of killing him!! But he stopped in the middle of the road and began to let out a groan in pain, "You graduate from the Alpha," he shouted one last sentence and as soon as he was silent The alpha wolf had fallen to the ground just like a corpse

Charles exclaimed excitedly. My eyes widened as I turned to Yohan, who was watching Charles with a serious, cold expression. "Car racing? Are you good at that, Yohan?" I asked. He faced me with an irritated look, raising an eyebrow. "I'm good at everything, Cosette Warren. What, do you think they're the only ones who know how to race?!" he snapped, sounding annoyed before walking toward his car and getting in. "What are you waiting for? Get inside!" he shouted.