Marinette And Adrien Novels & Stories

He really knew how to test my nerves. - Mother. Adonis said in a fawning voice as he hugged Marie. He took one look at us, then his gaze traveled to where Adrian's arm was around my waist. Instinctively, I approached Adrian making him look at me questioningly. I shook my head, giving him a small smile. Marie released her son when she got tired of hugging him. She turned to us afterwards. — Oh! she exclaimed. — How rude I am! Pierre, honey, this is Jennifer, Adrian's girlfriend. Jennifer, this is Pierre, Adrian's older brother.

' He got up irritably, "You can wait by yourself. It's better to rely on myself and not you. Although you said that method doesn't work, I'll still try it anyway." "I warn you. Don't act rashly. The Mullen family will be done for if my plan is ruined!" Adrien spoke extremely coldly. The murderous intent in his tone made even the people around him shudder. Anthony squeezed his hand by his side abruptly. He turned around and growled at him, "Gosh! What are you planning?" Adrien pulled his lips coldly, "You can matchmake Gilbert and Kisa if you really have nothing to do lately. I want them to reconcile and love each other to the death."

he said again, his breath ghosting against her skin. “Then burn me,” she whispered. For a heartbeat, the world went still. The storm outside, the empire waiting, the danger closing in — none of it existed. Just her eyes, her trembling breath, and his pulse hammering beneath the weight of everything he couldn’t say. Then, as if the universe refused to let him have that moment, the intercom buzzed sharply. Marco’s voice cracked through the static. “Adrien — we’ve got a situation.” Adrien stepped back instantly, his face hardening. “What is it?”

Rocky whispers, smiling still. “No,” I firmly decline, I don't want anything to do with this man, that one night of outlandish was enough. Mr crazy comes forward and introduces himself, seemingly normal when he speaks. “Hi, I'm Adrian. Adrian Moretti.” I don't shake his hand, I merely stare at it and then lift my gaze to his. His stare is expressionless, he has this blank look in his eyes like most rich people I've met. “We've met,” I feign a smile. “A very unpleasant encounter if you ask me.”

His voice was firm, though his mind was clouded with questions. La Rouge pulsed with red neon lights. Music throbbed, laughter and dancing filled the air. Adrian walked in with steady steps, his tall figure standing out in the crowd. His eyes instantly landed on Marceline, seated elegantly in the VIP lounge, clad in a shimmering black gown with a glass of wine in hand. “Adrian.” Marceline offered a faint smile, as if there were no hostility between them. “At last, you came.” “What exactly is your purpose, calling me to a place like this?” Adrian sat across from her, his gaze icy.

All I could focus on was Sincere, the way his eyes kept finding me across the deck, dark and hungry behind that easy smile he wore for his friends. Marinette picked up on the vibe quickly. After a few knowing glances and one very unsubtle wink, she faked a yawn and asked one of the crew to drop her back at the marina. “You two behave,” she called as she left, but her grin said she hoped we wouldn’t. Now it was just us. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the water in deep oranges and purples. Soft music played from the speakers as Sincere led me back down to the private cabin, his hand warm and firm on my lower back.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

I did. He signaled for another drink and slid it toward me. “What happened,” he asked. “Margaret,” I said. “That bad.” “She wants me to marry Genevieve.” Adrian made a face. “That sounds terrible.” “It is.” He paused. “You told her no.” “Yes.” “And she did not take it well.” “No.” “That explains your mood.” He took a slow drink. “What else happened.” I looked away. Adrian leaned forward. “Tell me.”

Adrian growled angrily at Mara as he stood up and started walking towards her with his fist clenched angrily. "Tell me, Mara, were you ever going to tell me about your infidelity or about Diego not being my son if Diego didn't get into an accident?" Adrian asked Mara as he was getting closer to her with a deadly glare. Mara, on the other hand, didn't give him a reply as she kept on sobbing while kneeling. "Answer me," Adrian growled out angrily as his hands shot out, gripping her neck with ruthless strength, slamming her against the wall. His claws extended, digging into her skin, his wolf raging beneath the surface.

He looked up at me, eyes wide, that damn bun tight on his head, mouth slightly parted like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Don’t overplay your hand, Adrien.” “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, licking his lower lip as if by accident. My eyes dropped to his mouth before I caught myself. I backed away. “Out. I’ve got real work.” Adrien stood and leaned close enough for me to smell his cologne—amber, clean, warm. “Careful, Mr. Moretti. Keep looking at me like that and people might think you like me.” “I don’t like you.”