Marinette X Damian Novels & Stories

Lucian Moretti. The seats smelled like leather and danger. I curled into the corner, hugging my knees, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. The driver didn’t look back. He didn’t ask questions. Maybe that was the perk of being owned by someone like Lucian—silence wasn’t just expected, it was survival. My phone buzzed again. Lucian Moretti: They see you leave? I sniffled, typed back. Elena: Front row seats. Aria looked like she swallowed glass.

His own ribs were still healing, every breath painful, but he refused to move away from her. “You almost did,” Serena replied softly. “But I couldn’t let Elara stay trapped inside that thing. She deserved peace.” Damien finished wrapping her wound and leaned down to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “You are the strongest person I have ever known. In over a century of existence, I have never met anyone like you.” Confessions in the Dark They stayed intertwined on the warm stone floor of the Nexus, too exhausted to move, too emotionally raw to sleep. Kael spoke first, his voice rough and low.

Damien said. "What?!!" "This was not part of the alliance." Xander yelled. "And I remember telling you that I would not reject my mate." Damien shot back. "Xander, you need to calm down and let's go in to talk." Ciara said. Xander looked at her from head to toe. "And who are you?" He asked. She smiled. "Ciara." She said. "You... I thought you were already dead." Xander said and was cut off by a growl from Damien.

“I know I’m not the right person to say this, but Alpha is possessive of you. He won’t like that his mate is asking for another male-“ oh! So he misunderstood me. “Xerxes. How is Xerxes? Is he angry? Annoyed?” I interrupted immediately cutting him off. Damien’s cheeks flared with embarrassment as a warm red glow painted his olive-tan skin. Despite being a good tall buff man, he could easily be flustered. I would’ve smiled at him if the situation we were in wouldn’t this fragile.

“It happens.” “Since when? Last I checked, you’ve been a vault since Isabel died.” Damian’s jaw tightened just slightly at the mention of his late wife, but his eyes didn’t waver. “That was then. This is now.” Lennox narrowed his eyes, a mix of curiosity and concern creeping in. “Who is she?” Damian didn’t hesitate. “Ximena Antonio.” Silence stretched between them for a full five seconds. “Wait—*the* Ximena Antonio?” Lennox asked, clearly stunned. “As in Miguel Ricardo’s ex-wife? That Ximena?”

Damian's thoughts were in disarray, his only concern to save Elara, the sole source of his strength. "Do you hear yourself, Damian? Are you really the one I'm talking to? The Damian I know is not weak. Running away won't solve anything, and you can't save Elara from her fate unless you kill Fiona," Xavier snapped, his voice brimming with frustration. He never imagined a time would come when he'd be this irritated with Damian. He knew Damian as a fearless and unyielding partner, admired for his courage and determination. But now, all Xavier felt was a pity.

I know as humans we do not have a destined mate like the cliché werewolf stories we have read about, but we all have that special someone that came into our lives, and we found ourselves unable to move past them They may have been present for a little moment but we find our hearts still uncontrollably yawning for that one special person. Damian is that person for me And One thing is certain though, I can't be a preacher's wife, like hell no! "So I guess, we can make a toast to happily ever after then," I said to Cassandra lifting my glass to hers. "Cheers to happily ever after," I said "Cheers" she chorused "So, what are we starting with?" I asked after some moment of silence. "We will be go

"Deputy Mark has met him and has experienced this as well. Mark knew Damien secret, and accepted it. Damien touched me deep inside my mind, marie. We were soul mates. And I screwed it up. There, now you know my horrible secret too." Elena did expect Marie to laugh or scoff. It was a fantastic tale, all of it true, but still. She knew how hard it had been for her to come to grips with it, and she had watched Mark struggle with it, and that had been when you could see Damien right in front of you. Now she was asking this young woman to believe all of it and not see that giant wolf body to judge it by. She waited to see what marie would do when it all caught up with her, when she really added i

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

Although Xavier was a ten, he somehow never exuded this level of confidence mixed with liveliness. “Do you know what we're listening to?” I ask, utterly consumed by the music. Really, I seem to be having a good time mostly around Damien, he sometimes brings out my inner child, other times he draws me out of my miseries, most times he makes me daydream about him fucking the shit out of me, which is completely weird. “ Oh, we're listening to creepin in by Norah Jones and Dolly Parton, do you like it?” “Damien, it's so nice.”