Novel & Cerita Miraculous Adrien And Marinette

Laurent. It was Adrien.

She went close enough that all Adrian smelt was her body scent,which drives him insane,Lillian leaned in she held his Adrian's eyes widened in surprise as Lillian's lips brushed against his neck. His heart raced, caught off guard by her sudden boldness. "What the hell are you doing?" he managed to gasp, his voice laced with both confusion and desire. Lillian leaned back slightly, her eyes locked onto Adrian's, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Marry me " she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. Adrian's mind raced, torn between his initial resistance and the undeniable attraction that coursed through his veins. He had always been drawn to Lillian, her magnetic presence and conf

Until that dumb head Brian decided to fuck up. If he would not have abducted Mira at the wrong time, everything would be fine now. I had to keep him with me because my father told me that he was amazing with sacrificial magic. And he was right. Not even the old MacCarthy couple was that better at sacrificial magic than Brian. Only if he could keep his desires in control. Because of his stupidity, we lost Sierra and it was his stupidity, we lost Mira too. "Waiting for them is useless now, Marsha. The sun has set down. I will be damned to see them alive by now." I heard my father speaking from behind.

*** In the days and weeks that followed, Adrienne and Martin embarked on a remarkable journey of travel and exploration. For Martin, it was a truly extraordinary adventure, one he yearned to savor every moment of alongside Adrienne, fully aware that their time together was limited. Soon, she would have to return to her family. To Adrienne, the experience was an exhilarating whirlwind filled with joy and surrender. Each destination they visited held a precious memory, intertwined with the blossoming romance. Whether strolling hand in hand through the vibrant streets of Paris or indulging in laughter over gelato in Rome, their connection grew with every passing day.

All he knew was that he had to get her to safety. "Rowan?" Adriana's eyes opened suddenly. They were bloodshot. And they glowed. What had they done to her? Could this just be the magical thing Lucien had been talking about? “Yes. I’ve got you,” he repeated. And he was never letting her go again.

He then whispers even softer, “I’m gonna destroy both Adriano and Francesca. And you gotta help me do it.” Before I can ask how, Marius leans in for a kiss. Our lips dance in the same rhythm, soft moans escaping us. At this moment, it seems like nothing matters, and everything around us fades into oblivion. Until,... A strong hand grabs my arm, then pulls me aggressively. The first thing I see when I open my eyes is Adriano’s furious face. “Let go of Hazel,” Marius demands. The people around us begin to take notice of the brewing tension. Still, it doesn’t stop Adriano from doing the worst - forcing his lips into mine in front of Marius’ blazing glare!

“Oh, it was me. Believe me, your highness, I didn’t want to, but apparently, I’m not the type to let a royal pain in the ass sink to the bottom of the Forbidden Sea.” “No,” I said slowly, my heart thudding unevenly. “I saw him. I saw Edric. He pulled me up.” Adrien frowned and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. The lantern light caught in his whiskey-colored eyes, and for the briefest moment, there was no mockery in them — just something unreadable, heavier. “You were half-conscious,” he said quietly. “That sea… it plays tricks. Shows you what you want to see before it kills you. That’s why it’s forbidden.”

He scrambled backward on his hands and knees, blood staining his white shirt collar, before staggering to his feet and fleeing out the side doors toward the night air. The room remained dead quiet. Dozens of high-society guests stared in complete disbelief. Adrian didn't glance at a single one of them. He turned his head slowly toward Marisol. The terrifying storm in his dark eyes softened just a fraction as he looked at her standing frozen in her emerald dress. He walked over to her, stepped between her and the staring crowd, and gently took her cold, trembling hand in his. "We are leaving," Adrian said quietly. Without waiting for anyone to speak, he led her straight through the parted, st

“What’s here was brought for you. We don’t eat mortal food, only blood. Choose what you want.” I give a weak smile and approach the cabinet, seeing fruits and breads, a jam that makes my mouth water. I place them on the table, pick up the knife, and start cutting the bread—my hands are cold from the fear of being out of the room, against what Marian asked me not to do. The knife slips and cuts my finger, making blood drip. Before I can clean my wound, my hand is pulled, and Adrian brings my finger to his mouth. Looking into my eyes, he sucks the blood and smiles at me in a sensual way, leaving me embarrassed.

“Did you find out anything new?” Adrian looked up. He blinked, clearly confused. It took him a few seconds to remember their plan. The whole reason Sullivan was here was to get information on Zane and Mabel’s relationship. That had been before Adrian knew they were mates. Before he’d found his own mate, Seraphina, in the crowd. Adrian hesitated. “There have been some developments,” Adrian said carefully. Sullivan leaned closer, hungry for information. “Well?” “I don’t know if you heard, but I found my mate,” Adrian said, a big smile spreading across his face. “Seraphina Wilkow. She’s the one in the black and gold bikini.”