Miraculous Marinette And Adrien Novels & Stories

And she was offering the knowledge openly, as if testing which version of me would answer. I let the Sabrina voice fall away and spoke in my own cadence. “I never stopped. I only stopped signing my name.” Marguerite’s smile was small and genuinely sad. “Then perhaps you are the twin worth knowing.” Adrian returned before the conversation could go further, sliding between us with the clean efficiency of a blade. He claimed the need for air and guided me toward the rooftop garden. The city spread below in indifferent lights. He offered me a cigarette of Sabrina’s preferred brand. I accepted it, though I had never smoked, and let it burn untouched between my fingers.

“Let’s go, Rosie!” Sean hissed “They’re disgusting! I don’t want you here, being forced to watch this kind of thing…” “We really must go.” Adrien’s voice easily swallowed his “To repay your lovely gift, I must repay my bride with the victory.” “You wish…!” the idiot grunted “Leon and I will never allow that…!” If Madlock was really planning on saying he was capable of beating Adrien, I would never know. Because, when my fiancé's arm gripped my waist tighter, lifting my feet off the ground, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

Eden’s POV It was impossible not to stare. Marietta had her shirt wide open and Adrian was sucking her breast. For a moment, I wondered if there was actual milk coming out. But then I saw the expression on Murietta’s face. She looked absolutely despondent. She caught my eye and her eyes were apologetic. I had a feeling she was being forced to breastfeed Adrian. And Demestrius was the culprit. “Come, friends.” Friends?

“You say you won’t intervene on Adrien’s behalf.” “Yes.” “Then bring him to us, and all will be forgiven.” A sarcastic smirk crept over my lips. “I already said I don’t manage the conflicts among organizations. That goes both ways. This is your dirty work—so you handle it.” Marcus didn’t hide his disappointment. “He has the Eye of the Seine. The most prized relic of the French Republic. He must be stopped.”

Her black hair pulled up in a messy bun, she wears a huge puffy coat because of the cold snowy weather, and when she turns in our direction, I see that her baby is in some kind of contraption and strapped onto her chest. She looks between me and Lux and says to Mason, “I didn’t realize you were bringing guests.” She looks back at me and says, “Hi there, I’m Marinette and this little cutie strapped to me is Marigold. Who are you?” I smile, “Nice to meet your Marinette and baby Marigold, I’m Silas and this is my mate, Lux.” She smiles as she looks at Lux and Lux smiles in her direction. Lux says, “It’s nice to meet you, Marinette. I’ve uh… I’ve heard a bit about you.”

Now it was Arthur's turn to snort. Mariano looked at me for a moment, his eyes softened. Kicking Zach one last time, he pushed him away, and told Arthur something in Italian, probably telling him to beat Zach up, then let him go. Thinking differently, he turned around again, staring at Zach slumped against the wall. Mariano reached inside his jacket and produced a small knife. Slowly, menacingly, he walked towards Zach. I closed my eyes. I don't know what he did, but I heard Zach scream. I stayed still, until I felt Mariano's hands on me. His tender touch on my skin. He cupped my face tenderly, and took my lips in a soft kiss. I kissed him back. The kiss was tender, loving, a soft sigh escap

ADRIAN I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified in this moment. My whole body was vibrating with sheer horror as I hugged Giovanni tightly, refusing to let go. The last five minutes were a surreal blur. I never could have imagined I would someday be crossing paths with Marcelo Marino, let alone finding myself at the mercy of his blade, pressed menacingly against my neck.

Wind forced chapel doors wider behind them. Then— a sharp sound. Metal. Lucian turned first. Too late. A second figure had emerged from the chapel interior. No footsteps heard. No warning. Only the sudden click of a pistol against Marianne’s neck. The figure stepped fully into moonlight. Elegant coat. Dry despite the storm. Cold eyes. And smiling. Adrian. “Finally,” Adrian said softly, “someone told the story correctly.” Aurelia’s breath stopped. Because Adrian was looking not at Elias—

"Nice to meet you. Adrien never introduces us to anyone." I felt the need to clarify. "Don't get the wrong idea. Dr. Adrien is just helping me with my medical follow-up." Marc let out a laugh as he walked away. "Of course! I totally understand. See you later, Adrien!" Adrien looked genuinely embarrassed. "He’s a colleague from Paris, Marc. Don't pay him any mind; he loves to talk nonsense." Lunch ended in a heavy, quiet atmosphere. I ate sparingly under his protective gaze. Once my tests were over, I went back to the hotel, making him promise to text me the final bill.

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.