Miraculous Marinette And Adrien Novels & Stories

His hands stroked her back, trying to calm the storm of emotions that had overtaken her. Their embrace was fierce, desperate even. Mirabel clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. Raymond held her just as tightly, knowing that this moment was the culmination of so much pain, love, and longing. He kissed her forehead, her temple, and then finally her lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, filled with the kind of love that had survived years of hardship and distance.

Roxellena was already gone from the passageway. I threw my head back and let out a long, thunderous howl. *** Roxellena POV Tears blurred my vision as I ran through the dark kitchen corridors and burst into the cold night air. How would Adrian ever believe that nothing happened between me and that disgusting monster? Crying, I walked across the empty street. It was completely dark. A car suddenly pulled up beside me. “Get in,” a low voice commanded from behind tinted glass. Panic surged. I spun and ran.

"Just calculating the fallout of a game that's about to change. People think they've won, Mira. They think the pieces are locked in place." Mira tilted her head, resting her chin against his shoulder with a cynical smirk. "And let me guess... someone is about to flip the board?" "Oh, absolutely," Adrien whispered, a dark, dangerous smile touching his lips as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. "And when they do, a lot of arrogant people are going to burn."

I automatically corrected. "Oh my goodness, Rosemarie. Do you know what this means? Prince Adrian likes you, and he wants to be with you!" Mia exclaimed with such emotion, you'd think she was talking about herself. Suddenly, my friend shot up and twirled like a ballerina. "Prince Adrian loves Rosemarie Mazur! Prince Adrian loves Rosemarie Mazur!" she screamed aloud.

That’s all that matters. Suddenly, a shadow dropped from the cliffside, striking Marcus. He rolled instinctively, knives flashing, and countered a second attack with lethal precision. Elena loosed arrow after arrow, each finding its mark among the advancing shadows. The mist twisted and warped, making every attack unpredictable. Adrian parried and struck, muscles straining with every movement. The mysterious figure moved like a ghost beside them, neutralizing threats with supernatural precision.

Marco shot him first. But more boots thundered from the left corridor. “Elena, run!” Marco shouted. She didn’t run. She froze. Because the hallway darkened — a shadow stepping into view. A shadow she recognized. Adrien. --- He walked through the smoke like a demon risen. Blood splattered across his cheek. His shirt was half-open, revealing the thick bandage stretching across his torso, but the pain didn’t touch his eyes. Those eyes were dead. Dead and hungry. The Russians turned to fire.

From behind her, Adrian muttered without looking up from his book, “Both, probably.” She turned. “You’re not even going to look at the magical rose miracle?” He flipped a page. “Last time I checked something you called a miracle, we spent three days exorcising a mirror.” “Okay, but this one smells nice.” “Mira.” “Fine, fine. No spontaneous flower worship.” She pulled herself back inside, grinning. “You have to admit, though — it’s kind of romantic.” Adrian glanced up at her finally. “A haunted winter garden.”

My wedding. My heart fluttered as a soft smile touched my lips, remembering the man I was getting tied down to. The man who lived in every beat of my heart. The love of my life. Adrian. No way I would let the past ruin this day. The past was in the past now. The man who was haunting us even in our dreams was gone, forever. Even Marie and Marcus were taken care of by Sinister. And about Milton, I didn't know what Adrian did to him. He didn't say anything about him except that he wasn't done with him yet.

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.

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.”