Martin Mystery Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Martin explained to me making me laugh. "Do you think she had planned well for me?" I laughed and glanced at him. "Sir, you have broken your phone, I had arranged a new one for you, check it for a while," He handed me a new phone. There were a lot of missed calls from Myra and Grandpa. One missed call caught my eyes. "Declan..." I whispered and arched my eyebrows at Martin. He knows everything but he is also hiding something from me. "I can not come, Martin. I can't face the world, my family," My eyes are filled with tears. I was broken. My heart was shouting that Myra is innocent but my wicked brain is hovering over my heart.

My gaze wanders in the direction of the object of his attention and ends on a streak of treetops that are thrown from side to side. "Oh no !" I whisper. "I think we have a problem”. Martin's eyes change to the bright yellow color, and his teeth grow. "You do not touch her !" I get to my feet and am ready to jump on him. Martin stops the transformation and turns angrily towards me. "Hop up !" His voice is deep and resounding. "Up where ?" He completes the transformation and steps closer. I am ready to send him a circle kick right in the big face, then Martin goes down on all fours and turns the side to me. He points to his back and nods over toward the woods.

*Gwen's POV* I was in a inn with my secret lover, Martin. after taking an excuse that I had some things to sought out, I had left my bay with Rex's mother. We had fun and was relaxing on the bed. “will things go on like this forever. You And I deserve to be with each other officially ” Martin stated. I rose up and stared at him. I asked him what he means.

" Martin reached for the envelopes with trembling fingers, his breath coming in shallow gasps. I could see the war raging behind his eyes, the desperate need for the money warring with the shame of what he was agreeing to do. But in the end, desperation won out. Martin took the envelopes, stuffing them into his jacket with a jerky nod. "Thank you, Mr. Vincent," he murmured, his voice hollow. "I won't fail you." "No," Vincent agreed, his smile sharp and predatory. "You won't." As Martin stumbled from the room, I made to follow, my heart in my throat and my mind whirling with the implications of what I had just heard. But before I could take more than a step, Vincent's voice cracked out like a

how lousy of a mate I already am. my fears were coming true. she was making me venerable indeed. but I f****** loved it. even though it scared me I was ready to see the kind of adventure that I can pick on with her. to feel this love that bubbles in my heart right now. the expression on Martin's face does not show fear. he somehow Is Not Afraid of the consequences. When I put my mate into the bedroom I had left clear instructions to Martin that I was not to be disturbed. Martin has always followed my commands without shingling out. and they had never been to a house for him to do something the opposite of what I had demanded. he presses his lips open as though trying to form the perfect word

Damien’s voice—raw, cracked, nothing like the calm coach on the sideline. “Martin… wherever you are, just tell me you’re safe. I ended it. The papers are signed. She knows it was never real. I’m free. But I’m not—without you. Come back. Please.” Martin’s thumb hovered over delete. Pressed it. Then blocked the number. But the fracture in his chest widened. He curled forward, elbows on knees, breathing shallow. A soft knock at the door. Martin froze. Heart slammed against his ribs. He crossed the room silently, eye to the peephole. Empty hallway.

“Gina’s just... Gina-ing. Probably saw a spider. Or remembered she left the oven on in 2019. She’s fine. Martin’s... well, he’s Martin’s. Coward mode: activated.” He chuckled and caressed her beautiful cheeks and couldn’t help but to peck them, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Don’t overthink it, love. They’re just... having a little moment. And you made me laugh like I have never in centuries. Thanks my angel, for being you.” She sighed, still puzzled, when Martin rushed back to get his bag, he must have forgotten it earlier. "But hey, don't sweat it. I'll field those questions for you. Girlfriend? Address? The works. Consider me your spy." Maurice suddenly said to Mia completely unfazed

There was nothing left for her here. She hugged her knees to her chest as fresh tears rolled down her face. She heard the door being creaked open, but she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She was in no mood for entertaining a visitor. She could hear cautious footsteps coming and received a breath of the perfume that she had longed for so desperately. She popped her eyes open and fresh sobs erupted from her when she saw the state Martin was in. Martin was still covered in blood and had several wounds. Even though the scratches and deep gashes he had started to heal, he had them all over his body.

Adam has a knack for teasing! "What are your thoughts on this one, Amore?" Rue inquired sincerely. “It's great! Shall we proceed with this one then?” They both exchanged a high five. Aaron gave me a sly wink. Oh no. Did they hear the spanks Adam gave me? Margarita, however, continued with us before engaging in a conversation with a delivery man outside. Adam swiftly retrieved his wallet from his pocket. "Oh, you'd purchase this one?" She appears to be taken aback yet filled with joy.

Martin asked in a calm voice, and it made him more angry. “Not a word. I don’t fucking know why I was found crying covered in blood. Till this date, that memory haunts me, and I don’t even fucking know the reason behind it.” He snapped furiously, and Mia felt her hands itching to hold his. Martin took a deep breath before he started explaining what had happened back then. Alex could only hear him with a blank face, which is why Mia couldn’t even comprehend what he was thinking. The truth was too much to take, and so without another thought, she slipped her hand in his, gripping it tightly even though Alex felt emotionless.