Martin Mystery Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He looked at me, his expression turning icy, and yelled, "Shut up, Ava. I made a terrible mistake by hooking up with you that night, and you can never be like Celine to me. So watch your mouth." Martin pushed my hands away and, instead of going into the bathroom to shower, he went to his closet to grab a change of clothes. "Martin, aren't you going to work today? You still have work to do at J.A. Construction sites," I reminded him, not wanting him to involve himself in the search for Celine.

“And tell my barista Dave that you deserve extra whipped cream just for being brave.” As they finally stepped into the café, chatting excitedly and taking in the cozy ambiance, Fabian returned to his usual spot outside. He sank into the chair with a tired grace, picked up his half-melted milkshake, and took a slow sip. The sweet taste lingered on his tongue, but his mind was already elsewhere. His gaze drifted toward the street, but he wasn’t really looking at anything. Not the traffic, not the people passing by. No, in his mind, he was back in that moment. That moment. The first time he saw her.

“If she’s been lying about her identity—” “She’s still my fiancée!” Martin’s voice cracks, his chest heaving up and down. “I love her. I deserve to know the truth.” Before anyone can respond, Martin’s phone rings. He looks down at it, and his face goes white. “It’s Lexi.” We all fall silent. Martin answers, putting it on speaker. “Hello?” No answer. Then, “Martin.” Lexi’s voice comes through, and she sounds terrified. “Martin, I need help. He found me. Keith found me. He’s here, and he’s—”

Or even get enough of the scent. Who does this scent belong to? Looking down, in front of the tree, sat a lady in shattered dress and she looked unkempt and malnourished and she seemed to be sleeping. How come she is yet to notice us? Tenor stirred up and seemed suddenly interested in her. Who is she? "Mate!" He said and I stepped back a bit in abrupt shock. Mate? How could I have a mate? And that too so soon? "Please, don't give me that. Selene promised us a new mate. See, she look lean. Take her inside." He said but I could not move from the place.

Xenra After a careful observation, I got to the place where Marcus and I had agreed to meet to find him waiting for me already. As soon as he saw me, he closed up the distance between us, and with a small bow of his head, he acknowledged my presence, "My Lady!" "I think I've found a way to let you into your secret chambers." He said, his voice rushed and urgent, causing my eyes to glint with anticipation as I stared at him,

Scared Writer's POV Very late at night Martins sat with Serena at the living room, he watched as she dug into her plate of scrambled eggs, bread and tea, wondering when his father's men were going to fake the attack on them. Serena, who had been eating in silence, looked up curiously at Martin. She hadn't missed the way he kept glancing at her. If there was something she had noticed the last two days, it was that Martin was very much similar to her brother, they always had things to talk about.

he murmured, laughing to himself. But deep down he already knew. That wouldn't be the last time he'd masturbate thinking about her. In fact, it was just the beginning. And on the other side of the thin plaster wall, Sabrina, still awake, smiled in the dark as she heard Martin's hoarse groan as he came. She ran her hand inside her panties, felt her soaked pussy, and whispered softly, with a drawling accent: "Welcome to the condo, Martin…"

Martin said with a smile and quickly turned his face towards Celine. See, there is a reason why I feel like something's off. See, the relationship between these both..... it doesn't look like it's friendship or brotherhood. It feels strange and now I highly doubt that either Martin is gay or Adam is gay or maybe both Adam and Martin are gay. "So, where are we?" Martin asked Celine. "The dining card," Celine said with a small eye roll. "Yeah, so you don't have to worry about anything Evelyn. Feel like you are home." Martins said with a comforting smile.

Martin said, his voice smooth as polished stone. A faint memory surfaced: the dark room, at least twenty Lycans circling me with open, lustful gazes. A shiver tried to run down my spine, but it died quickly. I felt fine. Better than fine. Stronger, somehow, as if whatever they had intended had only sharpened me. “Stop ignoring me, Serenity.” I turned my head slowly. Martin rose from the couch, uncrossing his legs with deliberate grace. Irritation flickered across his face, controlled and almost theatrical.

"Writers like you…. You think ink is harmless. That fiction doesn't breathe, but you cracked the veil. And now, here I am." I backed towards my desk instinctively. "So what? You are mad because I paused the chapter?" "I'm not mad." His eyes bore into mine. "I'm starving." I stopped moving. "What?" Marek leaned in, his voice low. "Starving for resolution. For blood. For breath. For touch. You gave me a world that ends in the middle of a sentence." My throat tightened. "I…. I can fix it. I'll keep writing."