Marinette X Chat Noir Novels & Stories

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.

Charles exhaled, his eyes heavy, his jaw tight with restraint. “Not tonight,” he whispered. Fiona nodded. “No,” she replied softly. "Not tonight." But the air between them crackled and nothing about them would ever return to what it was. MEANWHILE — IN A MOTEL THAT SMELLS OF CHEAP BLEACH AND ROTTING CARPET Marie Drams sat on a thin mattress, knees pulled to her chest, and was shaking violently. The TV flickered in front of her cheap, static-filled, but clear enough to show the replay of the press conference.

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.

The memories came like flashes, first of the men who had tried to rape her, then her head against the tarred road, drops of rain, blood, a blur, and the darkness. The room looked ordinary enough, bright pink coloured wall paper, and fluffy teddy bears that almost took up half the space of the bed all suggested this to be a girl's bedroom, there were loads of other things on the table just in front of the bed, but they looked hardly out of place, instead each item had a sense of belonging of some sort, there was nothing disturbing, nothing eery, the air was fresh, the scent of waking flowers penetrated the room, and even though they hardly appeared taken care of, it felt like a typical mornin