Chat Noir X Marinette Novels & Stories

adjusted a silencer on a matte black pistol, eyes fixed on the couple through a sniper lens. “Target confirmed,” came a voice through the earpiece. “Orders?” There was silence on the line. Then: “Wait for the girl to be alone.” --- Part 2: Paper Trails and Ghosts Back in the penthouse, Xavier paced the living room, phone pressed to his ear. “Franklin, I need everything you can dig up on the Moretti estate. Titles, leftover assets, even hidden accounts,” he barked into the phone. “Arielle has a right to all of it.”

Indeed, everyone turned, including Zayn , who also threw his clothes on his red-haired companion, even though it was not at the time The dark-eyed Mars ran towards his victim who wanted to press the device, but he smashed his own and climbed on him, brutally cutting part of his neck. The other bled profusely, so Mars surprised him with his quick attack! He didn't even give him a chance to react. Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might

I brought the one on the roof down, his body slumping heavily as the echo of the gunshot faded into the chaos. Bojana, positioned behind the overturned table, sighted another one and gunned him down without hesitation. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, and the whole house was covered with bullets raining from every angle. We were totally surrounded, but Matteo was untouched, seated like a king overseeing a battlefield, his glass of whiskey clutched lazily in his fingers.

The hostile environment became a breeding ground for fear and suspicion, each heartbeat echoing with uncertainty. The chaos unfolded in disorienting waves, engulfing us in a symphony of coughs and chaos. The thick fog enveloped the surroundings, obscuring my vision and leaving only the cacophony of suffocating coughs ringing in my ears. Among the suffocating haze, a sudden gunshot pierced through the fog, followed by Carmine's enraged curses echoing in the disarray. It was a jarring reminder of the imminent danger that lurked within this chaos. The realization dawned upon me that Carmine must have fired at Clyde, triggering a chain reaction of unforeseen events.

My fated mate,’ she says, backing her haunches into Xavier so his length glides into her heat. Xavier frees Larissa’s shoulder and lets out a primal howl, his passion clear as he relentlessly thrusts into her. Larissa joins in, her own howls mingling with him as his knot fills her. They harmonize in a symphony of pleasure as he pounds her, his knot locked within, and he bites down on her mate mark, claiming her as his own. With a surge of ecstasy, he releases his essence while savoring the taste of her sweet, intoxicating blood.

Logan’s POV It had been a long night of thrashing around on the forest floor. I had woken up after what seemed like an inconceivable amount of time but it was only just a few hours. I knew because it was early enough for Mike to bombard me with calls and texts about going out. ‘Club Equinox is popping tonight where are you the girls here are insanely hot,’ his last text read. I couldn’t be bothered with that. Not after what had happened.

I shake my head to alleviate the irritating hum, but it does no good. The door Marinah showed me the last time I saw her is propped open with a small piece of wood. I enter quickly, knowing it's probably a trap and run straight at the opposite wall expecting gunfire. Nothing-no sound besides the annoying hum and no humans. Going by scent, I find Marinah's room. From there I follow her trail. It leads me to the Shadow Warrior's quarters, which are empty, and then to an interrogation room that holds Marinah's and a male human's scent. Her blood is also on the ground and even before Beast breathes the word inside me, it's an established fact.

The private marina was deserted, the moorings containing nothing but stormy, black water. ‘He’s not here,’ Anton whispered, a jolt of adrenaline thrusting through his fatigue. Could they have been mistaken? Perhaps Kaine had come a different way? "Let it all hang out," Sabatine told her, pushing the door wide and stepping out into the night air. He took in everything—the way the scuff marks on the flagstones below them were being smoothed out by a fine rain, the way a heavy gouge in the wood of the jetty indicated a heavy something had recently been pulled off into the darkness below.

Xavier hissed back, throwing a thick bundle of files on the table. “And for the record, I’m getting married. If you have time between your murders, come to the wedding.” Kieran smirked viciously, giving him a knowing tilt, “Hmm. hmmm. Carina Burton. I know.” “Fuck you.” Xavier flipped his middle finger and walked out. Kieran chuckled to himself, slumped in his chair, once again, consumed by the silence in the majestic cabin. The sensation began to tingle his whole being, the embers of his heart weren’t blowing. The pain was increasing.