Do Marinette And Adrien Get Together Novels & Stories

Like he was already grieving something he could never get back, and maybe he was. “Adrien…” My voice came out smaller now, broken. “Please.” He looked at me one last time, without uttering another word. He turned and walked away. The sound of the doors closing behind him echoed through the mansion long after he was gone, and I stood there in the middle of the shattered glass realizing something horrifying. The mate bond hadn’t failed, but Adrien had rejected it. He had rejected me. But I won’t let that happen. I will fight until the end. I have suffered and sacrificed a lot to get to this point, and nothing will stop me now.

The man sounded drunk and frustrated. It was one of Cesare's old contacts from Dartmouth College. They hadn't spoken in years, but they still followed each other on social media. "I know we haven't seen each other much lately," the man continued, "but we're still friends, right? How do you get married without inviting me? I only found out because Adriana posted photos on Instagram!" Cesare's hand tightened on the phone. His knuckles went white. "What did you say?" he asked slowly. His voice was quiet, but there was something dangerous underneath. "Adriana is married?"

Adrian froze for a second. After that brief flicker of shock, his eyes went cold again. The words had barely left my mouth when the entire dining hall went silent. “Elena,” Rosalie said with a frown. “Do you understand what you’re saying?” “I do.” I met her gaze. “Adrian’s heart belongs to someone else. The Moretti family needs a Donna trusted by her husband, not a backup bride pushed onto the stage.” Adrian stared at me for a moment, then suddenly rose.His chair scraped against the marble floor with a sharp, ugly sound.

“That still was not an answer.” “Do not start.” Adrian’s smile faded. He reached up and gently adjusted a loose curl near my shoulder, the gesture familiar and harmless. Across the courtyard, Modric’s wolf pushed against the bond again. Adrian noticed my brief distraction and followed my gaze. Then he leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Marriage suits you, Mary, even if your husband doesn’t deserve you.”

“Then tell me something, Adrianna.” A pause. A beat. The air between us tightened. “If I’m so irrelevant,” he murmured, “why did he choose her?” My heart slammed against my ribs. I had no answer for that. Damien leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe Eric and I have more in common than you think.” Something icy slid down my spine. “I want her back,” he said. “And you’re going to help me.” I took a step back. “Like hell I am.”

“Want something to drink, Chris? I know where everything is. Chris turned to Ryan, eyes wide. “He knows where everything is. “I’m regretting inviting you,” Ryan muttered, flopping onto the armchair. Adrien walked over and dropped a quick kiss on the side of his face, making him go completely still. “Adrien. “What?” Adrien asked innocently. “I missed you. Chris grinned. “This is way better than any movie.

I stared out the window, but heard his voice break the silence beside me. “So, you’re friends with Roxy...and Adrien?” I glanced over at him, Adrien’s name suddenly drawing my attention. “Uh, not really, we just kinda… met. But Roxy seems like a really nice person.” He suddenly chuckled amused, "Roxy’s not as nice as she looks. She likes to play games… really dirty one, and Adrien? I wouldn’t advice being so much around him.” I raised a brow confused. “Ratting them out, huh?”

Watched him studying this fictional person he had to become. And I realized once he left for New York, I might never see Adrien Sterling again. Even if his body came back. Even if the mission succeeded. The man I loved would be gone. Replaced by Marcus Bennett. A ghost wearing Adrien's face. The weeks were intensive. Miguel drilled Adrien relentlessly. Asking Marcus Bennett questions. Correcting inconsistencies. Making him repeat stories until they sounded natural instead of rehearsed. "Where did you meet your ex-wife?" "Coffee shop in Lin Park. She spilled her latte on my laptop. We laughed about it. Started talking. Married three years later."

“You don’t look fine. This has to be getting to you. Your father just died, there hasn’t even been a funeral, and Quinn is already having a wedding to your ex-boyfriend. This is me you’re talking to. I know that you’ve got to be pissed.” I was pissed. But I couldn’t say that out loud. If the wrong person heard, Quinn would kick me out and I would have nowhere to go. “It’s…. it’s not something I can change, Julie. Jack is her mate. I was born to an Alpha but I don’t have a wolf, so I don’t have a mate.” Julie furrowed her brows. “You know you still could have one…. it’s never too late for them to appear. I know I’m still hoping mine does.”

Adrianna's pov Well the party wasn't so bad after all I shouldn't have left in the first place giving the asshole the chance to grope me, I was too stupid to notice Wilson was even more worst than Mike. He said he's madly in love with me which sounded stupid to me why bother to tell me about your feelings knowing fully well I'm getting married to your cousin, Tristan didn't look pleased to see me with him. Vincent wasn't so bad either but he's single and Tristan is just all over me, I think he's trying to make it look like I'm off limits for him, It's not like I'm going to run off with his friend before our marriage.