Miraculous Adrien And Marinette Novels & Stories

“There’s only one in a million wolves born with this mark. It’s rare. Sacred. When one gets hurt, the other feels it too.” “No,” I muttered. “That can’t be right.” He smiled faintly, the expression strange on his bruised, battered face. “What are you saying?” I forced out. He looked at me, gaze steady. “Once again, my name is Adrian,” he said slowly, deliberately. “And I’m your fated mate.” The words hit me like a punch. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. For a moment, there was only silence, my heartbeat loud in my ears, the faint glow from our marks still pulsing between us like they were alive.

Now I have to fix this mess my bastard of a cousin had brought upon me. 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 María's pov- I sunk to the floor. My knees crashing to the ground beneath me. I couldn't control my emotions any longer. Who was that man? He reminded me of Lucien so much. My mind has to be playing tricks. My eyes were reaching trying to grasp ahold of anything to keep My Lucien alive.

Adrien said. “And failing,” Mireille replied. “This life will break her.” “Then let it be her choice,” he said. “Not yours.” “She isn’t suited for you,” Mireille said. “For your future.” Adrien didn’t hesitate. “She doesn’t need to be suited,” he said. “She needs to be left alone.” Mireille stared at him. “You’re blinded,” she said. “By attachment.” “Maybe,” he replied. “But you’re crossing lines.”

François: we know you when you go back to your country among the whites you don't want to come back Me: no I don't feel good here, I just see my parents for a while and I go home François: if you say so We arrived at a restaurant there were her friends, me who thought that we are going to eat that both .: is that your wife François?! François: no, she's my cousin .: ah I like to hear that, nice to me it's Jason Me: delighted .: you don't have a first name?! Tell another who was next to Jason Me: Malèna François: oh leave her alone! She's not here for that! She's my cousin so beat her paws!!

"The astrologer said, as soon as you sign here, your stars will immediately align with Charlie's. You… You have to sign… Please." I took the pen without hesitation and signed my name. As I finished the final stroke and lifted my gaze, I met Adrian's venomous gaze. I could see it clearly now—the signs of his decline were written on his face, darker and more defined than ever before. "Claire… Milton… You bitch, how dare you betray me!" he roared. He was about to lunge at me when his body suddenly froze. He clutched his chest, and his face contorted in agony. Then, he coughed up a torrent of crimson blood.

As the crowd approached, the pigeons scattered and then came back down one by one. Lucas Benett laughed. He tapped Alexander on the shoulder, returning his gaze from the garden outside. "Alexander, why is your boyfriend so funny! He completely accidentally entered the girl's dormitory, even foolishly asking the girl how she could get into her bed and go to sleep?" Lucas grew up to be very handsome. His snow-white skin made people drool a little. His white, soft neck and attractive collarbone exuded a unique aesthetic impression. He was a slender, handsome figure with a pure soul and elegance.

He is the kind of man who can turn your insides to flame with a single look, and then spend the morning wrapping your cold feet in his blanket. Adrien caught me staring. “You are counting again.” I grinned. “I want to kiss every single one.” His eyes flutter closed. “You already did. Last night.” “Then I will start again.” Before I can lean in, a sudden cry cuts through the warmth: “Help! Someone’s drowning!” My smile fades, replaced by something heavier. The spell shatters. "You should help them." I said to him while Adrien was already on his feet. Towel fell from his lap and he was sprinting toward the water without hesitation. Meanwhile, I was right behind him.

Elara's POV I grabbed the nearest glass and splashed the wine onto Marielle's face. She shrieked, "Bitch! You're insane!" Adrian frowned and was about to say something, but I cut him off. I looked at Marielle and said, "If you don't want yourself or Adrian to die, you'd better leave. Now." Marielle sneered. "Guess who sent me here?" Just then, a werewolf shouted in our direction, "Hey, Adrian, can you get those two to stop it? No one here is interested in your love life."

Adrien cradled Mila in his arms as they moved through the storm, her body limp with cold and exhaustion. Snow fell harder, blurring the path as he trudged back toward Halden, every muscle burning. But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t. She had come out here alone. She could’ve died. And still, she’d survived. By the time they reached the side entrance, Adrien’s legs were shaking. A nurse gasped as he stumbled inside, yelling for assistance.

Adrian gaze dropped to where we held hands and his expression darkened. During my night lessons with Orion, I had recently found out that many of the maids were omegas. I found out that Mira was one of them. Which was why I warned her to stay away from the forest. “What are you implying?” I asked coldly. “It’s new”, Adrian replied lazily. “Seeing punishment disguised as an accident.” “What?” My voice sharpened. “Why would I punish my maid?” “Isn’t it punishment, darling? I mean she did give me access to you, so—-“