Martin Mystery Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I had to. Then I froze. “Looking for this?” The voice came from behind me chillingly familiar. I turned slowly. Maxello stood in the doorway, holding my phone in his hand, a twisted smile curling his lips. The man I once knew was gone. In his place stood someone unrecognizable. The hoodie he wore was splattered with red. Blood. My stomach twisted. “What… what did you do?” My voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. He tilted his head, his grin widening like he enjoyed watching me fall apart. “You shouldn’t have left me, Mia. You made me do this.”

He opened the door to his room and was surprised to see Tyler sitting on his arm chair and waiting for him, his eyes darkened. "What the hell do you think you're doing in my room, stand up and get out or I will forget who you are and blow your brains off" Martin frowned deeply. "Calm down cuz" Tyler shook his head and stood up. "I can call you that because you're no longer in that dark room and if you keep frowning like that then you might turn so ugly" he added with a chuckle but his smile disappeared when Martin frowned even more. "Fine, you got me, I was lying, I don't think you can ever look ugly" he smiled, showing off his white teeth.

“And now she’s messing up allergies? That’s basic.” I stood frozen inside the cubicle, fingers curling into my sleeves. “Honestly… how do you think she got the job?” another voice lowered into a whisper. “You don’t think she used her body?” A short laugh. “Please. As if Captain Marten would want someone like her. He probably just pitied her.” “Yeah. Don’t forget, his fiancée is a Sinclaire. Someone like that is his level.” Silence pressed in around me.

Martin didn't even bother trying to hide his laughter as he strode towards the door. It seemed that his working in D-Fronts Media wasn't in vain. After all, when could he see Edward so conflicted over a woman, a woman who he was already bound to marry? He slapped his thighs and shook his head. For someone so powerful, his flirting skills needed some work. "Oh, wait till Grayson hears about this!" Edward tightly pursed his lips and expressionlessly picked up the pen holder. He quickly and ruthlessly smashed it towards Martin, watching in satisfaction as it smashed onto the latter’s head.

If they wanted to flee, then I'd let them. I marched straight toward him, aura coiling like a storm around me. "He knew. He fucking knew, Damien. He stalled us so Elijah could take her," Eros growled, ready just beneath my skin. Ready to shift if I so much as lose a grip of my self-control. I didn’t argue because I already knew. "Where is she?" I growled. Martin turned, calm as a man admiring the weather. His armor was scratched. His lip was cut. But he smiled like none of this mattered. Like he hadn't just thrown his alliance into the fire.

"No! If there is anyone here who's telling the truth, that is probably my mom. Still, how dare you involve my father in this conversation? Do you know that I am missing him until now? If you are not going to say anything good, just simply sh*t the fuck up!" "Well, I don't care what you are feeling right now! The fact of the matter is, you are living with lies in your life so if I were you, try investigating the life of your father and the mystery girl who is still missing until now!" Martin suddenly whispered to me, "Would you mind if I go to the bathroom now? I feel my stomach is upset!" "Ok fine," I said to him. "Just get out of my sight!" Martin and the rest of the people were suddenly go

With each movement, my focus remained on the task at hand, but I couldn't shake the awareness of Martin's eyes lingering on me. Sensing my discomfort, Martin broke the silence. "You know, why don't we go out? A late-night date," he suggested, adjusting his clothes as he stood up. He crossed his legs and leaned against the wall, watching me as I disposed of the shards. His proposition caught me off guard, and I hesitated for a moment. Going out with him, especially after the intensity of our earlier encounter, felt both thrilling and daunting. Yet, deep down, a part of me yearned for more—more connection, more understanding, and a chance to explore what this newfound bond might mean for us.

her voice slowly getting sharper as she juggled to understand his wicked mind that had become a mystery to her. "You shocked me" she slurred getting up from his lap but his grip didn’t allow her to move but he let her go as a hiss escaped her mouth, giving her the advantage as she jumped back to a distance he couldn’t reach due to the chains, his eyes narrowing in confusion as her lips form into a smirk, deepening the frown formed on his forehead. "Come on, it's important to treat your wounds before they get infected" Martin said, stretching his palm toward her to hold him tight as they made their way to the door.

He was handsome and powerfully built, with the commanding presence that turned heads wherever he went. Meeting Leo's scrutinizing gaze, I continued, "I'm Wendy Convery, and I'm your..." Before I could finish, Leo gave me a contemptuous once-over. He raised his hand and gestured to one of the pack members. "I don't want to talk to irrelevant people." The next second, the members blocked my view with their towering figures. I froze. When had I become irrelevant? I was Leo's intended partner, soon to be his mate. Anger flared hot in my chest, but I forced myself to take a deep breath. "Alpha Leo, our marking ceremony has the attention of the entire Alliance. I'm your mate. How am I irrelevant?"

Then he glanced at the other man, something passing between them, and stepped aside without another word. I walked in. The inside was dim and I could see people making out openly, about three strippers were dancing on the stage, the music low enough that you could still hear conversation. My hands were shaking so bad and the hills I were were making my legs shake hard too. I had barely taken ten steps when a voice came from directly behind me. "Mia?" I stopped. "What are you doing here?" I recognized the voice before I even turned around and that was exactly what made my blood run cold.