Marinette And Adrien Novels & Stories

' 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?”

Across from me, Adrian lounges like he belongs here, his wine glass untouched, his eyes sharper than I remember. And beside him — practically coiled around his arm like jewelry — is Maris. She’s radiant in that overdone way she thinks reads effortless. Red lips, diamond earrings, the kind of silk dress you wear when you want to make someone remember touching you. She touches Adrian too much. Little grazes. Lean-ins. Laughs that are always just slightly too loud. Chase, gives a short toast. Something about international partnership, groundbreaking cinema, and artistic synergy. The kind of speech that only sounds good to people who drink their own press releases.

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.

Marvin threatened. At that, Adrian picked up a glass of red wine on the table and sipped on it. His face softened down at the mention of Adeline, "She's just a friend." "Really? If you're really just friends, why go through all the fuss just to find her?" Marvin didn't buy Adrian's explanation. Adrian didn't know how to explain his feelings for Adeline to Marvin. After all, she was a married woman. If his parents were to find out about that, they would probably go mad.

Adrien said. “And failing,” Mireille replied. “This life will break her.” “Then let it be her choice,” he said. “Not yours.” “She isn’t suited for you,” Mireille said. “For your future.” Adrien didn’t hesitate. “She doesn’t need to be suited,” he said. “She needs to be left alone.” Mireille stared at him. “You’re blinded,” she said. “By attachment.” “Maybe,” he replied. “But you’re crossing lines.”