Miraculous Marinette And Adrien Novels & Stories

Being Adrien Russell's wife was a great advantage. Martin's presence too, had him and his men in their limits. Martin looked like a man in his mid-thirties. His height was almost the same to that of Adrien's but his body was much bulkier in comparison. He took me back to Adrien's house and I thanked him as the day went on smoothly.

Susan said as she lead him away from the table. Everything was going smoothly, the first part of the mission had been achieved, lure Achademi so one of them could take his place, next step however, keep him distracted long enough to attract his team of CCS, third step, knock them out once they arrive and pretend to be them, fourth step, put an end to Fasting and everything about him.

Everything did happen in the blink of an eye. One minute, my biggest worry was whether or not a doctor would choose me as one of the scrub nurses, and the other I was getting imprisoned by the leader of one of America's biggest mafia's. Yes, I’d heard stories about Adriano before I met him, but it all sounded like a myth. “My dear, men don’t waste time once they find who they want,” she said. “My dear, Leonard, God rest his soul. He married me less than two months after we met.”

I poured myself a glass of the amber liquid, ignoring Leo's horrified gaze. "Dude, that's messed up," Leo said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You can't just marry someone you've only known for a few days. It's not right. I mean we're talking about your future Luna here. How could you be so reckless?" "Isabella is my mate," I downed the liquor in one gulp and let the burn distract me from my seething rage. "And I assure you, there will be no problem."

"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.

THE FALLEN LUNA: MARIE THORNE’S MIDNIGHT ESCAPE INTO THE ARMS OF A RIVAL Below it was a grainy, high-contrast photo, captured by a long-lens camera at the hospital entrance. It showed me, my face a mask of feral protection, carrying Marie’s limp, silk-clad body. Her head was tucked into the crook of my neck, her hair a dark curtain obscuring the blood, making the image look less like a rescue and more like a clandestine, romantic abduction. I scanned the lead paragraph, and the blood in my veins turned to liquid nitrogen.

Adan talks to her as he tries his best to be calm. "But I am not family…I am not your blood Adan…I am only a maid to you…please Adan…please do this for me please…" Marinette pleads with him as she breaks into fresh tears. "I hate to see you cry so stop crying. Don't let me lose my temper and punish someone else in your stead. Please!" Adan begs her. "You have been with so many women. You still don't love any? No woman has touched your heart, Adan?" Marinette asks him in a broken voice.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

A cheerful young man questioned as he walked into the room, he held a bottle in his hand, and on his hand were rings on his different five fingers. He wore ripped jejeansnlike Adriano's neat appearance, he had piercings on his ears too and his hair was colored ash-grey. Adriano raised his eyes to stare at Mariano, Mariano was one of Adriano's men who walked for him in shadows and behind the scenes. "You stink.", Adriano said glancing at him from head to toe. "What do I smell like? I took a shower though" Mariano remarked chuckling to himself, he raised his head and ruffled his head.

Look where that got me! I keyed into every little detail, no matter how meaningless, except the very one that mattered. My lover’s ambition. I shook my head, pushing the regrets aside to focus on the man before me. My expression went blank, giving space for the disgust to settle. All the while, I was cosy in my little dark world; species were advancing. Mutating? Because what the hell is this madness? Are wolves blood-crazed as we vampires that they seek to suck blood now? That wasn't the most surprising of it all. This fat girl who looked absolutely harmless and vulnerable in the mirror was not exempted from this madness.