Novel & Cerita Chat Noir X Marinette

Loretta came racing into the bar of the main room in their nightclub, Chevalier Noir, [Black Knight], ‘Xavier.’ She signalled for him to follow her into the office urgently. ‘What is it?’ He demanded, annoyed at being dragged away from the pretty, dark blonde with large breasts he was about to get lucky with. ‘It’s Morven.’ She blurted out as he sighed and shook his head. ‘Deal with it, Loretta, I’m busy.’ He turned to go, but she grabbed his arm, stopping him. ‘I can’t, Xavier, she’s been arrested and it’s serious.’

MARIE The night was long, stretching endlessly as I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning like a vicious storm. Every time I closed my eyes, the face of Xavier Storm haunted me. The coldness in his eyes, the cryptic way he spoke it all felt like an intricate puzzle that I couldn’t solve. I had no choice but to play his game, no matter how dangerous it seemed. The more I tried to distance myself from his plans, the deeper I sank into his web.

it was him. Austin Kaelen. The boogeyman from pack rumors. And that feeling that feeling...if he was Austin Kaelen... and I was.... Oh, spirits No. It couldn’t possibly be! Mate. The word screamed in my mind, a terrifying, unwanted revelation. I was mated to HIM?? Austin Kaelen? The most feared, most dangerous rogue wolf in living memory? The universe wasn’t just sick, it was completely insane! I stumbled back, my hand flying to my mouth. Bile rose in my throat. This was a nightmare. A complete and utter nightmare.

But I figured in this instance it meant lust was flooding him as strongly as me. He closed his eyes and leaned down to press his lips firmly against me, parting my lips to explore my mouth with his tongue. This was the first time he initiated such an intimate gesture and it took me by surprise enough that I kissed him back. He tasted like marshmallows roasted on a fire, with undertones of male strength that I could enjoy for days. While Bennett tasted more like wilderness and rain, I knew Rowan could burn me if he wanted to. And that he likely wanted to.

He roared and everyone roared following his orders. He turned as he felt Blaze nuzzling his mate bond to calm him down. "I love you Swift. I love you so much". He booped their noses before licking his face in pure affection and love. And everyone could see the white fur of their Stern Luna changed into Pink. *********** Tabby

Her partner had something similar on, only it was covered in sequins. My jaw clenched, but I kept my expression neutral. Surely they wouldn’t sabotage our attempts out of spite or a sense of survival. Each she-wolf looped their arms through Moongazer’s and sashayed toward the door. “Bobo,” Marianna said with a pout. “I thought you were taking us to a classy establishment. All I see are half-naked tramps.” Larissa growled, catching Moongazer’s attention. His brows rose. “Try not to hurt my new Neutrals.” “What do you want them for, anyway?” she snapped.

The blonde felt her stomach turn as she tried desperately not to think of all the things he might do to her. “You need to convince Mr. Wolfe to keep you for the whole evening.” Omar continued. “The Alpha has been drinking heavily since this morning. I’m sure with a bit of a push, he’ll end up too out of it to do anything but just in case, you need to keep yourself out of his sights.” “But Alphas can’t get blackout drunk!” Chloe whispered. “True but even Alpha’s aren’t immune to Xanax.” Chloe stopped in her tracks, mouth dropping open in shock. Omar didn't realise immediately that the blonde was no longer following him. He made it seven feet before realising and turned to look back with a con

more than what she had already witnessed in the last thirty-six hours. Markus Martinelli’s calm and deep voice crooned from the other side of his office door. Stepping inside, I found him standing in the middle of the French door frame, gazing over the estate through his balcony. One hand tucked in his pants pocket, his back strained and shoulders tensed, and his disarrayed hair was a sign that he was not in a pleasant state. Even without seeing his hands, I gathered he’d be holding a glass of Amara’s pinot noir.

I'm breaking through his emotional walls. "And who’s this man?" he asks, his voice dangerously calm. "You know him, Marius. I know you do." Marius leans forward again, his gaze piercing. "Stop playing games, Lilian. Who is he?" I hesitate for a moment, but eventually speak his name, "Carter Whitlock.” Marius' eyes widen briefly before narrowing into slits. "Carter," he repeats, his voice a low growl. "So, my assumption is right, you're entangled with Hazel’s husband."

Emma was at a loss of words as she heard him. A wolf hunter? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She watched his face for any signs of remorse or guilt, but she found none. She didn’t know what was worse, knowing that her mate was essentially a serial killer or that she was supposed to love him in spite of it. “What do you mean you’re a wolf hunter?” She said, “Who do you kill?”