Chat Noir X Adrien Novels & Stories

Then he opened them and saw me. His hand stilled. “You gonna stand there all night, or are you finally gonna help me?” I slammed the door shut. My face burned. And fuck, my dick twitched I was so royally screwed. I am gonna kill him. Soon, the door opened, and I swear for a second I forgot how to breathe. Adrien stepped out, barefoot, with nothing but a white towel slung dangerously low on his hips. His hair was wet and messy, strands sticking to his forehead and neck, and droplets of water rolled down his insanely perfect chest and disappeared into the crease where the towel began.

“Then Interpol will be escorting you out of here in handcuffs.” Leo leaned back, completely at ease. “Your choice.” Adrien’s jaw tightened. Because there was no choice. Not anymore. And for the first time in his life? Adrien Moreau knew what it felt like to lose. The Aftermath Paris, France – Devereaux Château Hours later, back at Isabella’s estate, Leo poured himself a glass of whiskey, watching the city lights flicker through the window. Isabella walked in, removing her diamond earrings, exhaustion finally creeping into her features.

“Relax, Khira. She’s harmless.” The woman let out a sharp laugh. “Harmless?” Her eyes slid toward me again, “You should really ask him how many harmless women ended up regretting trusting him.” Something about the way she said it made a chill creep up my spine. Adrien, however, didn’t look concerned at all. He simply took another slow drag from his cigarette and exhaled toward the ceiling. Then he muttered calmly, “See?” He gestured toward her lazily. “Obsessession.”

“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.

Adrian snapped back. "Join me, let's drink together "Adrian offered him and he smiled before sitting beside him. "Brother,what do you think about Lunatic?"Noir asked and he raised his eyebrows at him. "C'mon, I mean Luna, that girl is messing with me and I wanna do something... Adrian suddenly walked inside the bathroom, covering his nose. "Adrian,are you alright?"Noir called after him but he didn't reply at all. Adrian turned on the mixer tap,he held his stomach in pain, his eyes shut and blood gushed out of his nose,his body cells weakening slowly as he staggered a bit.

“Adrian…” Her voice slithered through the shadows of the penthouse, soft and honeyed, yet carrying a weight that made his chest tighten and sober. Adrian looked up from the glass of gin he’d been nursing, the amber liquid reflecting his hollow eyes. “Who’s there?” His voice was rough, raw from sleepless nights and grief. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you,” Chloe purred, stepping from the darkness. Her fur glistened under the dim light—human and wolf interlaced in ways that made his rational mind scream.

I smirked. And Xavier growled loudly, the sound echoing through the dungeon. I turned to him and saw his eyes were bloody red. “Well, well… you should’ve felt like that when you did that to your mate. Sorry… ex-mate.” “Adrian, respect,” Zaiden cautioned. I bowed slightly. “I’ll get back to you guys with any other information.” Zaiden nodded while Xavier looked like he was about to devour me. At least not yet. Eryx POV

Secondly, my dick has been getting hard only around him. I fuck both men and women for fun and I originally thought it was nothing when I got hard torturing him. Fuck! I thought his pretty face drew me in at first. But those two brunettes could not get my cock hard last night and just when I saw Adrian this morning, my dick became hard. I want to fuck him and smear my cum all over his pretty face. But I doubt he is gay and that's exactly what I'm going to find out. Adrian Petrov is a mystery that I can't wait to unravel.

His eyes move to the final page. And he smiles faintly. “No,” he says. Lucien’s stomach drops. Adrian turns the page toward him. “There’s one more addition,” he says calmly. Lucien’s eyes scan the new paragraph. His face drains of color. “You can’t be serious,” he whispers. Adrian meets his gaze. “Oh,” he says softly. “I’m very serious.”

I had heard enough stories to know that much. I felt his shadow loom over me. The dark presence sent more shivers down my spine. “Open up,” he snarled. I was too scared to even understand what he meant, so I kept my eye closed. “I said, open your eyes!” he snapped in annoyance. I jolted, now opening my eyes to see his figure outlined in front of me against the dim light filtering through the window. The first thing I saw was his chest and the trail of blood that marred the fabric of his shirt. Then my eyes traveled upward to look at his face for the first time.