Martin Mystery Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Martin Oliveira has always been an alcoholic and chronic smoker. I flinched when he brought a hand to brush the hair away from my neck and then sniff me. “Why are you scared, cariño? I thought you liked it when I sniffed you. You said it turned up on.” He drawled again with a smirk. “You were the one texting me?” My voice trembled but I managed to say. He nodded. “Honestly, I'm quite disappointed that you didn't figure out it was me sooner.” “I would never have guessed it was you, Martin. You're supposed to be in jail,” I stated as a matter of fact.

“Urgh!” Martin groaned loudly as blood spewed out of his mouth, splattering the floor with crimson hue. He was in a dungeon, strapped to a metal chair where he was receiving punishment from Regan and Estan. The duo were standing before him, Regan's fist was stained with the guard’s blood as he glared at him with peak killing intent. “He won't say anything.” Estan remarked, equally frustrated as Regan was. Martin raised his head and faced them, grinning from ear to ear. His blooded mouth gave him an irritating look.

If her mate makes a point of his bad ass warrior mate having scars he’s mine. “I’d never thought you were that vicious Liberty,” Madeline laughs. “Should I be scared of her?” Martin asks entering the room holding Madeline’s bag, “I brought your stuff because WE’RE TAKING YOU HOME!” Madeline gets out of bed to hug Martin. As I watch them Maverick nudges me, “If you’d ask me neither are going to find their fated mate they belong together.” “Yeah I’m thinking the same, but give them time.”

I suggested, finding what he was doing a bad idea, even though I had no idea what he was doing but he wasn't a certified nurse yet and couldn't have had a clue on the proper way to do what he had in mind. "Hey little mouse." Martin's tired tone came as his breathing turned slow and ragged. I could tell he was in a lot of pain. "You look sexy by the way." He said, flashing me what would have been a killer grin if not for his bloody teeth but still, it was a sexy grin. "Martin, please tell me what happened? I've never seen you like this." I fought my sobs from escaping my throat. "Did you dye your hair red?" He asked, forcing his eyes to keep opening. He muffled another intense scream from esc

“I know he said my name. That’s why I asked if we’ve met. I can’t seem to place him in my memories. Maybe he knows Lucas.” Martin’s eyes darkened with a storm of emotions—hurt, anger, and something dangerously possessive. “Are you sure you don’t remember?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “I could help trigger your memory.” Cara shot him a warning glare; her eyes screamed the words: “Don’t you dare.” Her face had gone pale, as if she might actually faint from the tension. Seeing her distress, Martin relented. His expression softened slightly as he took a small step back. “I’m sorry. I must have gotten the wrong person.”

dont use stairs. "what the hell happened to your feet?" "Ah, I used the stairs to come up." "PARIS MARTIN!" He full named me. I flinched at his deep loud voice as he stared at me with complete anger. "I told you, I was panicking." I played with my fingers as I sat still on his office floor and him squatting in front of me. Without another word he picked me up in his hands. my legs resting on his left and his right hand supporting my back. My hands were tied around his neck and eyes held extreme shock.

He shifted from one foot to the other as if expecting something. “What is it Nick?” Clara asked, not meeting his eyes. “Um… uh… Aiden is poisoned,” he informed and her eyes snapped to meet his eyes. Nicholas cringed under the weight of her gaze and for the first time I saw his eyes averting to the floor as if exposing his neck to her. Sudden flashes of scenes similar to this surfaced in my mind. I’ve seen a few servants doing the same to Gabriel.

“Of course, you gotta be careful. One wrong move… and the right people can become your worst nightmare.” Martin laughed nervously. “Yeah… yeah, for sure.” “I need a drink. Care to join me?” I asked, already heading toward the tent where Mateo lounged, nursing his whiskey. Martin quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead as if he were worried about offending me by standing too long. “Of course,” he said, running after me. I reached for the bottle, but Martin lunged ahead. “Please,” he said breathlessly, “let me pour it for you instead; it would be an honor.” I stared at him, holding his gaze longer than necessary, fighting the urge to sneer.

I turned away, retreating to the solace of my bunk bed, but the pain followed me closely until I forcefully cried myself to sleep. ~~~~~~ The cell I was in was as cold as a refrigerator, which stood in sharp contrast to the blazing heat of my anxiety. The image of Nath's apathetic face burned into my mind as I stared blankly at the ceiling, “Wasn’t he supposed to feel it too?” “Am I just supposed to lose my mate like this?” My thoughts were interrupted by a faint shuffle of footsteps. My senses sharpened as I sat up abruptly. With a creak, the cell door opened, and Slav, Lexi's mate slid inside. His dark gaze darted around the room before settling on me.

Alex revealed. Aiden looked at Alex closely and understood that something is serious and he must have found a clue about the driver. "Show me," Aiden asked. Alex wordlessly pushed his phone towards Aiden and pressed play. Aiden is stunned to see Martin William in that video. "Martin is the driver?" he thought out loud with shock. He remembers how Martin met his mother by chance when she went out of town for a business meeting. His mother liked him and he proposed within a month. She was lonely and he took advantage of that fact.