Chat Noir X Adrien Novels & Stories

I moved through them like a woman possessed, flipping pages with desperate speed, searching for anything—any clue that could bring my wolf back. The answer was always the same; A mate is everything. I froze. The words hung in the air, heavier than any weight I had ever carried. So it was him, again? Only him, Adrien. If that's the case, let it be. I will do what must be done. The knock at the door startled me. “Luna,” the servant said softly, bowing her head. “Alpha Adrien is back.” ‘So he finally came?’ I thought.

I made coffee with shaky hands, then finally picked up my phone and called Kendra. She answered on the third ring, voice bright and sleepy. “Babe? It’s literally ten in the morning on a Saturday. Are you dying?” I swallowed hard. “I slept with the guy I delivered to last night at his Penthouse, his name is Adrian.” I said it like I was reading a script. Dead silence. Then a loud squeal that made me pull the phone away from my ear. “Wait — what?! Lena, tell me you’re joking right now!”

“Dionne? That’s a pretty name. Do you want to catch lunch together tomorrow? Maybe we could hook up.” What the hell is this guy thinking? “What the hell?! Get away from me! ” ‘Come on, baby, give me a chance. Don’t you want to know what this is like? ” he says, grabbing his dick through his pants. This is fucking sick. All of a sudden I hear a car door close, and I can feel Xavier’s dominant aura behind me. “Step the fuck away,” he says, grabbing my wrist and giving these guys a death stare. “Look at this guy, who does he think he—“

Something she’d probably never admit to sober. Adrien exhaled sharply and dropped the shirt on the floor. “No,” he said quietly, like he was correcting himself. “Don’t.” He walked to the window and stared out at the dark city. The lights below blinked back at him, distant and uncaring. He wasn’t blind. He knew there was heat between them. He’d felt it long before tonight. In the pauses. In the looks that lasted a second too long. In the arguments that felt too charged for people who claimed not to care.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and headed into the diner. “You okay?” Daya asked. I nodded. The diner bell rang. Daya whistled. “What?” I asked. She nudged me to look. A handsome man in a tailored black suit walked in, his piercing gaze scanning the room. Damn. Not as hot as Xavier, but still. Why did I have to think of him now? It’s been two weeks since I helped them hack into the Marono family’s shit. The way my body behaved when I was close to him—I couldn’t explain it. Like it was wired differently around him.

He set the things down at the small bedside table. “You love beautiful,” smirked Calous. “Did you dress up for me?” ‘You are mine.’ Damien’s words flowed through my mind. I nodded, “I thought we needed a fresh start. How did the conversation go with Chloe?” “I could not find her, I looked everywhere.” Calous poured a glass of wine, holding it out to me, “Drink?” “Thank you. Let us assume it was a hunter,” I began, taking a small sip. “I should try and finish the spell tomorrow and we should set up an actual meeting with the other vampires.”

He lifted me onto the table and pulled my wet panties down. “You are dripping,” he whispered. He pushed inside me in one smooth move. I moaned loud. He fucked me right there on the table. Deep and fast. I came quickly shaking in his arms. He followed soon after filling me with his warmth. We held each other after. But my phone buzzed on the floor. I picked it up with fear. New message. A picture of me and Liam having sex just now. The text said: “Nice show. Tomorrow night at the warehouse. Bring everything. Mr Havisham and Julian will be waiting. One mistake and Chloe dies first.”

I looked up and saw that I wasn’t the only one prepared. Adrian… at this moment was the product of putting a god in leather. For the first time, his lengthy midnight black hair was neat and he too was covered in leather. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I climbed down the staircase. I couldn’t see his face yet because he seemed to be practicing something… I was startled when the bang of a gunshot hit through something woody. Adrian removed his glasses and turned to me, smirking. ‘Asshole.’ ‘You should wear leather more often.’

“We smell her… we taste her…” Zayn’s jaw clenched. “Adrien! They won’t stop until they devour every shard of her essence. Every piece of her.” Adrien’s heart lurched. His vision blurred with fury. “Then we’ll tear them apart first!” He hurled himself forward again, his silver glow burning brighter than before. But the hunters were endless. One dissolved, another appeared. For every beast Adrien struck down, another dropped from the storm, each more twisted than the last. Winged shapes shrieked overhead, their talons slicing through the air.

She spun around and faced Robbie, who was staring at her intently. "Nothing! I'm gonna go back to watching my show," she said quickly. "Are you spying on Damien? You know you can just go in?" Robbie smirked. "Nah, I am fine right here," she said. CHTO, CHERT VOZ'MI!!? Damien screamed behind the door. "Oh god, who pissed off our crime lord this time?" Robbie chuckled. He pushed through the wooden door and went inside. Fuck it. She will go in too, Adeline decided. She couldn't miss Damien's reaction.