Chat Noir X Marinette Novels & Stories

Sydney Marin Sydney Marin Sydney Marin I closed my ears as the whispers turned into a shrieking noise. I don't know why am I hearing my name continuously. Something's wrong. I gotta reach my home. I left all the candles there, kept my parent's photo in my jeans pocket. Iam hearing my blue T-shirt and jeans and with the large spellbook, on one hand, a torch on the other hand. When I started running the shrieking voice follows me behind. My black hair is blown and messed up in this strong wind. Some trees around me started falling. I make my way through this wind as fast as I can. Soon on my way, a tree is about to fall. I dropped the torch and raised my hand right in the direction of the tree

then her eyes met mine. They were dark. Deep. Alive. Fierce in the way. And had that pull that made me drawn to her. My wolf stirred...then growled. Mate. No. No, this couldn't be. I inhaled and took a step back, pulse pounding, cold anger rising in my throat. She is my mate. This was a trap. This wasn't a desire. This was madness. Seven mates died. And yet here I was, already stepping into the grave. "Alpha Rowan." Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality.

She asked, hoping for a positive review. “Great.” Was his only reply and Rory's smile fell almost immediately. “Just that?” She asked with one eyebrow raised up. Drake grinned and picked up another piece of beef. “Yes, it's very great.” Rory smiled, satisfied by his actions and the people who also sat at their table couldn't help but think that the young master Blackwood would agree to date a young and normal woman - His assistant for fact, and still reject all the women brought forward to him. “I need to use the bathroom, please excuse sir.” She said and walked towards the door that led to the outside of the company.

She walked deeper inside, the sound of her heels making the atmosphere even more chilling. —Pierre?! —she called, but no one answered. She walked toward the office, the only room with a light on. Inside, her blood ran cold—Bastien was seated behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring at a photo of her and his brother. He looked up, and she saw his eyes filled with murderous rage. —Bastien… —she whispered shakily, trying to back away, but Lucca was at the door, his cold eyes showing no hint of mercy.

I felt him smell my hair and he kissed it lightly. "What are you thinking about, hmm?" Yohan asked softly. I smiled and nestled closer to his chest. "Nothing. I was just thinking about what would've happened to us if I hadn't mistakenly entered your condo unit. I might have ended up marrying Harrison, and he would've been my husband, not you." Yohan quickly let go of me and looked at me seriously. I could see the irritation on his face, as if he didn't like what I said. "What did you say? You want to marry Harrison Pierre Whitmore?! You really thought about that while you're with me here, Cosette Blanche Warren?!" he asked angrily.

And these waves of emotions reflect her eyes like a mirage. Fucking pretty. She stood up and spread her arms. I was about to approach her when Xavier told me something that made me stop. "Look! Her clothes are full of blood!" Xavier's words made me look at her clothing. . . and he was right. My brows furrowed and anger filled my veins. Who the fuck did this to her?! Who the fuck did this to my mate? But if she's bloody and bruised, does that mean she's an Omega? A slave in her last pack who left? And now, she's a rogue?

He grunted, finally pulling away from me, pacing the small space of the kitchen like a restless wolf. I sat straighter, my mind finally working a mile a minute as the pieces of a puzzle I hadn't known I was solving started connecting. The way Marino looked at Margot—not just with love, but with a terrifyingly possessive obsession. “But wait, isn’t this illegal? Under pack law, surely…”

As she turned the ignition and the engine roared to life, she allowed herself a final whisper, sharp and certain: “You’ll regret crossing me, Adrian. By March 5th, you won’t just be my husband. You’ll be my prisoner.” The Maserati peeled out of the lot, its growl echoing off the concrete walls like a predator set loose.

“Gardello we can still hit with the casinos, but what if we do it the other way? Force them to shell out their money instead of winning. It might keep them all occupied for a while. Every brother has a substantial debt racked up. Bianci is the wild card. I need more time to think about how he plays into things. Technically, my fight was with his father. He rarely involves himself with the family businesses anymore.” Typing in a furious stream, Soo speaks up. “I have something to help with that.” I pause and face him. When I have a plan, he always has what I need to wrap things up in a tight little bow. “What’s that?” His lips curl up into a grin, and he jabs his finger at one monitor. A woma

He was trying to avoid her but this woman offered herself why wouldn't he take it? Since he can't make love to her wife now, why not have sex to this woman one last time? Xavier closes his eyes and one image is repeatedly resurfacing in his mind and it is her! His little wife... Charie smirked when she felt his submission and willingness, Xavier can't see her smile between these actions of him. They were already half-naked and became unaware of what is happening in their surroundings, Xavier even forgot to lock his office when they went inside.