Marinette And Adrien Novels & Stories

Marie slowly lowered her head afterward while one of her now shaky hand tightened around the wine glass beside her. The exhaustion inside her face now looked unbearable.. Like a woman finally realizing she had run out of places left to hide. Then finally, she whispered quietly. “What exactly do you need from me?” Adrian exhaled slowly through his nose. Finally. Creigh remained silent the entire time, though an unreadable look remained behind his dark eyes while Camille visibly relaxed slightly beside him. Adrian sat down again slowly before speaking. “Everything.” Marie laughed weakly under her breath. “That’s not a small request.”

Marinette quickly said, and I gave her the ‘eyes. She mouthed "sorry.’ These girls just don't understand. “Ohhh…. I see, maybe I could lighten up your mood,” the dude said. “By the way. I am Adrienne, and you are?” He asked. “None of your business,” I replied nonchalantly. Rose and Marinette raised their gazes, while the dude gave a soft, “ohh.” Not that I cared anyway. I was done with my ice cream for today. I picked up my purse and I stood.

"Big deal. Like you said, she's your ex. You guys are done, so she's got nothing to do with you, and even less with me." "Hmph!" Yvette's pale, delicate fingers pressed against Marvin's lips as she pouted. "You really think we're nothing to each other now?" Marvin caught her hand, peppering it with impatient kisses. "Of course we're something! The most intimate 'something' a man and woman can be!" Yvette's smile was one of pure satisfaction as she turned to Adrian, her eyes a swirling pool of deep-seated loathing. "Guess you'll have to start calling me 'mom' now!"

I raised my arms to his neck and kissed him again. “I’m exhausted,” I said when I pulled back. Adrian gave me that smug look he gives me when he is satisfied with the state I am in from too much sex. ‘No such thing!” Mali argued. ‘Then you better heal me faster. I’m sore everywhere,” I countered. ‘I’m working on it.’ Adrian is amused again. “Mali sure is talkative today, isn’t she?” “She missed our mates, too.” “Good. I was going crazy over here.”

“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.

“Excuse me.” Laurent gestured politely. “Of course.” She stepped away, answering softly. “Hey.” Adrian’s deep voice filled her ear. “How’s Paris treating my wife?” “Beautifully,” she whispered, smiling. “But I miss you.” “I know,” he said. “I miss you more.” There was a pause—warm, familiar silence that crossed oceans. Then, quietly, he added, “I saw a photo of you at La Lumière this morning. You looked… breathtaking.”

Isabella caught my eye and made a small expression that communicated something between *I know* and *give it time* and went to chase Noé toward the water's edge before he walked into it. I sat on the blanket and arranged the food and let the morning settle around me. A short while later Adrien sat down. Not close. The appropriate distance of a man maintaining his edges, his jacket still on, one knee up. He reached for the water without looking at me and drank and set it back down and looked at the lake again. "It's a nice morning," I said. "Yes," he said. I waited. Nothing else came.