Marinette X Chat Noir Novels & Stories

I wrinkled up my nose " eww" " Oh please I'm not a lesbian so it's not what you're thinking " I released a sigh of relief " I guess there is nothing I can do about it. You are here already so make yourself at home " " I'm going to do that, trust me " This is going to be the beginning of my doom. " F

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My other ‘ME’ killed a man, murdered someone. I saw the man’s blood squirt from his neck and in an instant, he dropped on the floor with his laptop. I know the man is already dead but the woman, which is me, is not satisfied. She went closer to the man and checked his pulse to see if he was already dead and after checking she laughed and wiped her cutter with the man’s cloth to clean the blood, she wiped the blood on her face too and on her arm and then she licked some of the blood on her finger. I heard her humming and then laughing. Humming and then laughing. Humming and laughing repeatedly. She brings out a small black notebook and uses the man’s blood to erase something and I heard her c

I whispered and peeked through the wardrobe door. Nolly almost pushed me out of my hiding place before I controlled her. "Do you have any idea what the two of them are doing together?" "Ahhh…fuck! Xavier." She moaned as I watched him insert one finger into her while I continued to look at Malia who turned herself into a slut just because she couldn't get herself a mate. "What if Callum comes in?" Malia asked. Xavier unbuckled his pants and inserted his dick into her. "Ah…ah…Xavier… oh my world. Aww…fuck me harder!" She screamed.

Xavier called out, the housekeeper ran into the kitchen, her head slightly down. “Yes sir?” She answered. “Give these food to the dogs. No one! I repeat no one eats from it unless you want to face my wrath, understood?!” He yelled while Martha, the housekeeper nod in response. “But…” Mike wanted to say something but Xavier shot him a glare and walked out. Getting back into his room, Xavier walked into the shower, taking off his clothe and let the cold water spread across his abs. The water was intensively cold but Xavier cared less about it. Even the sound of the water sounded fade to his ears, his mind raced at the moment he had together with Camille.

adjusted a silencer on a matte black pistol, eyes fixed on the couple through a sniper lens. “Target confirmed,” came a voice through the earpiece. “Orders?” There was silence on the line. Then: “Wait for the girl to be alone.” --- Part 2: Paper Trails and Ghosts Back in the penthouse, Xavier paced the living room, phone pressed to his ear. “Franklin, I need everything you can dig up on the Moretti estate. Titles, leftover assets, even hidden accounts,” he barked into the phone. “Arielle has a right to all of it.”

Her black hair pulled up in a messy bun, she wears a huge puffy coat because of the cold snowy weather, and when she turns in our direction, I see that her baby is in some kind of contraption and strapped onto her chest. She looks between me and Lux and says to Mason, “I didn’t realize you were bringing guests.” She looks back at me and says, “Hi there, I’m Marinette and this little cutie strapped to me is Marigold. Who are you?” I smile, “Nice to meet your Marinette and baby Marigold, I’m Silas and this is my mate, Lux.” She smiles as she looks at Lux and Lux smiles in her direction. Lux says, “It’s nice to meet you, Marinette. I’ve uh… I’ve heard a bit about you.”

I stammered as my cheeks flushed. “Accessories, eh? What kinds of things did Mary get?” Xavier pressed as he began kissing my neck. “Ultra-thin latex-free condoms and salted caramel lube,” I gasped as Xavier began to finger me as he kissed my neck. Xavier whispered, "Where's your bag, Rei?" as he nibbled on it. His skilled fingers were already driving me wild, making the wetness between my legs grow. “In the kitchen,” I moaned as he brought me to the edge and over again in mere moments.

m. I've never felt so relieved before. I turned towards Xander, handing him the plate. Xander watched me bored, taking the plate. "Gotta go!" I chimed, walking towards the door. I slipped on my cream stilettos, pulling the door open. Marlon stood behind it, fully clothed in black. My favourite colour! His dark jeans, plain shirt and bomber jacket sent off a fabric softener aroma on top of his usual jasmine scent. His smile playing on his lips was stunning, contagious enough to make mine form into a similar curve.

I couldn't kiss him on the lips, that would be a kiss of death in this form. ‹All this love and affection makes me sick. Can we go now?› Darcy asked irritably. ‹Right.› I dashed out of the cafeteria, passing through the door like a ghost and following her trail. She strangely had an iris scent. It was odd. I traced her to the artefact room, she was waiting for me with legs crossed as she sat on a stool. "Welcome, Marinette," I studied her features to see if they could tell me anything. Clothed in a black long sleeveless gown that matched her midnight black hair, her pale bluish-white skin glowed mysteriously. Her eyes were grey, small almond-shaped grey eyes that were quite captivating.