Marinette X Chat Noir Novels & Stories

He came downstairs and looked surprised to see me "Hey you're uhm, Manny I think? you work for Mason right?" "Martins, pleasure to meet you Mr Conrad" I said politely. "Yes yes Martins, how can I help you? heard Mason and Charlie are in Paris ". "Yes they are " I replied, "But then no I'm not here for any of them, Mr Grey actually said I should come see you whenever I can, I'm still looking into the whole blabkmailer thing and he said I should ask if it'll be fine if I can go through the CCTV footage from that night, you know to see if we can find anything unusual or anyone at the club that also matched here" I said.

The exact second his consciousness broke back into reality in the dead of night, Xavier’s facial features were twisted into a spectacular, intensely volatile scowl. He swung his massive frame off the mattress, marching straight into the master bath suite to subject his skin to an absolute, freezing wash. When his tall silhouette finally emerged from the steam, his encrypted mobile terminal began to vibrate continuously, a series of rapid-fire data files breaking through his security firewall. As his long fingers slid across the glass interface, the live broadcast lenses of the high-society grapevine slammed directly into his view, revealing the sharply illuminated faces of Donovan Tang and C

The view in front of me was quite a hot treat to see. "Are you done staring?" I flinched bad as a deep and husky voice echoed in the room, _______ Xavier is such a tease , Marilyn you noughty girl ←⁠(⁠>⁠▽⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ I hope you liked it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ Don't forget to like and give your comments on this chapter.

She had been confused but she had played along but the rest of the events after she had taken the third glass of vodka he had offered her was lost to her and she certainly couldn't remember seeing Xavier. "God he is hotter in person! I would have personally jumped him if not that I work for him and don't want to get fired on the account of being a freak and sued for all I am worth for sexual harassment..... But God that man's ass makes it seem like a worthy enough risk." Jasmine sighed, a dreamy look on her face. Maya held her throbbing head groaning, as she desperately tried to remember even a flicker of any image that correlates with what they were saying but her Brain was blank.

’ James says, making us all laugh. ‘Oh honey, forgive me, I totally got distracted. Come on, here.’ Marigold says as she pulls James in for a kiss. There we go again. I roll my eyes as they continue to make out, seemingly forgetting that I am even in the room with them. ‘Hey, you guys, I am here, you know?’ I tell them helplessly as they finally stop. ‘Sorry Susan, But I just can’t stand it. James says it is normal among new marked mates though.’ Marigold says, smiling at me apologetically. However, I still see James touching Marigold’s ass. They just can’t keep their hands to themselves.

Yeah"? Xavier moved his knuckles on her cheeks making her smile. "That sounds good". She agreed. Xavier was about to get the tools he wanted to make the night special when his phone blared. "Marcus. We are bus....". "Lavish is on fire". Marcus barked in the phone and for a moment Xavier was frozen on his place listening to Marcus telling about his club on fire before he roared out loud. "You Bastardddddddd".... -------- Tabby

I smiled as Penelope and I walked hand in hand out of the VIP room where we were having our dinner, while Sean and Kevin walked out behind us. Penelope kept talking about her work while I listened to every bit of what she was saying. We seemed like the Golden retriever and the black cat. She was the golden retriever judging from the fact that she was a real talkative and of course I was the black cat since I was only listening to what she was saying. Finally, we stepped out of the restaurant and Kevin walked up to me, separate Penelope and I for a few minutes. "Let me drive you home." Kevin said to me and I raised my brows. How could be possibly want to drive me home with the stunt he pulled

A mass of white blossom tinged with pink across the sky, creating a remarkable sense of good and peace, except that may not apply in the situation, seeing that Marretje has promptly called for me. Her minions escort me to a hall in Xaulfur’s building. Then they leave me at the half open door to find my way in. Within the tiny space left of the door to close gazes the crude eyes of the witch. Seeing them now, they are dark; not any dark colour, but purely black, which makes me wonder if they took the colour of her heart. Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the wit

In through the nose, out through the mouth, trying to meditate myself back to earth, but every nerve is still screaming. I tilt my head toward the camera, hair sticking to my face, and I grin, bratty, even with tears streaking down my cheeks. “Wow. You bastards really tried to kill me tonight. Evil. I love it. Same time next week?” The chat lights up in a blur of hearts and filth. Xavier lets them soak it in before standing, moving smoothly and deliberately. He draws the curtains, shutting out the audience, and reaches to end the stream, careful as always to keep himself out of view. The crowd is gone. What’s left is just us and the bench.

I pulled out my phone. "I received a message." Laura held out her hand. I passed her the phone. She read the message. Her face remained blank. Then she opened the photograph. Her eyes moved over it once. Twice. She zoomed in. I watched her carefully. "Who sent it?" "I don't know." "Did you respond?" "No." "Did you forward it to anyone?" "Ruelle." Laura nodded. "Who else?" "No one." Her gaze lifted to mine. "Did you tell Mr. Bramhall?"