Now 18 years old Manon walked down town, her cat ears hid below the Hoodie. Her tail below her shirt, hiding her gifts from the world who call her monster. Deep in her thoughts, she didn't notice the boy walking towards her who was distracted reading.

Thud

They both fell to the floor, "A-Are you okay?" He stuttered out, Manon rose her gaze, to find some dark blue eyes, their glances bumped into each other. He was speechless at the sparkling grey eyes admiring his. She extended her hand to grab the book, their eyes still crossed. Then their hands touch above the book, electricity travel up their body's.

"I'm f-fine." Manon replied softly, she could feel her tail wiggling of happiness. He smiled sweetly and placed his hands above hers. Helping her to stand up, feeling that warmth again.

"I'm glad, I apologize for my clumsiness..-" His eyes went blank.

Her hoodie fell off..

"Are t-those r-real?" Though he still held her in a gentle grip.

Manon quickly covered them up, tears wanting to escaped from her eyes. She released herself from his warm grip, backing up. Her eyes now didn't sparkled, the happiness in them died. "Run, if you want." Her voice shook, her arms hugging herself.

He knew she was hurt, it felt like people saw her beauty but ran when her real self showed. Though he found it astonishing.

"Why will I run from such beauty?" He asked, slipping her hands under hers. Manon cat ears peek up, her tail released her self too. Those words brought new feelings to her.

Love, security, comfort.

"But I'm different, a monster I'll dare to say." Yet that couldn't erased what the world had label her as.

"Monster?" He asked surprised, his eyes looking through hers, hearts beating faster at their touch, "Just because you're different doesn't make a monster, mon cher." He tugged some of hair behind her ear. "It makes you special." He then cupped her cheek to wiped out her tears of pain who were replace with the missing puzzle for her broken heart.

"Thank you." Was all her mind could had developed.

"I didn't catch your name." He chuckled softly, kneeling down to pick up his books.

"Manon and yours?" She asked kneeling besides him to help him. "Jack." He replied, with a smile plastered on his face.

"Well I better get going, my mother must be furious...I hope I see you again." They stood up, Jack with his stacks of books.

"I hope I see you again too."

He waved and disappeared into the night.

Manon smiled warmly, her heart beating slowly and happy. She turn around the corner,

A shot echoed through the quite night. Then another.

Manon fell to floor, blood panting her clothes.
"Help me please." She yelled in pain, pressing her stomach with her hand which didn't stop bleeding. The other shot caught her cat ear, now the prefect triangle was incomplete with an open circle.

A blue eyed man turned around at the scream help; a teenage girl lay on the floor, blood running through the sidewalk. As he ran closer, he recognized the girl. It was none other than his beloved daughter.

"M-Manon?!" Pryor yell frightened, he sank himself on the sidewalk beside the injured girl.

"W-Who are y-you?" Manon groaned, pressing her hand against her waist yet the blood still slid down quickly. "H-How d-do you know m-my name?" She stuttered, backing up afraid, leaving a trail of blood below her.

"Calm down, I'm here to help you." Pryor took his jacket off and wrapped around her waist carefully. When Manon was about to complain, her heart slowed, her eyes blurred, her body fell weak.

"I-I-I-"

Everything faded black.

•••

The cracking sound of fire burning the wood, a delightful smell of mint and hot chocolate dance around the room. Manon opened her eyes slowly, feeling the burning pain on her waist and cat ear. She looked around; a totally unknown place for her. Two German shepherds slept peacefully in front of the fireplace. Then her gaze was caught by the blue eyed man who recused her. He was sleeping on the other couch. A blonde lady lay on top him, her arms wrapped around his waist and her head lay on his chest.

Determined that she was going to leave with leaving a trail or waking them up, she stood up but fell down. Pryor's and Chloe's eyes opened like plates at the sudden loud noise. Manon only smiled weakly.

Chloe sat up, with sweet smile painted on her lips as Pryor chuckled softly and stood to help the poor girl. "Don't move much dear, your cuts are still fresh." He cupped her in his arm.

Manon couldn't help to feel that parent warmth which Adrien gave her, exactly the same carrying and warm love. Pryor lay her back down, pulled a chair next to her and sat.

"Before anything else, what's your name sir?" She asked, growing worried about the person sat next to her.

"I'm Pryor Blanc..." He swallowed hard, he needed to tell her the truth.

"And I'm your father." ( IT IS NOT STAR WARS PEOPLE! LET IT GO!😂)

"I think you're confusing me with other person? My dad is Adrien agreste..." Manon replied, trying to sound as nice and gentle as possible.

"Oh really?" He asked with a smirk plastered on his face, "Wait here." Pryor stood up and flew upstairs.

Meanwhile Chloe yawed and rubbed her eyes, "I hope you get better soon sweetie.." she smiled warmly, "Let's go chat and lady, time to go to bed." She called her dogs, they followed her upstairs, wiggling their tails.

Pryor came back down with grin on his face. He held a box red and green who had heart shaped locked. He reached the keys in his pocket and carefully unlocked the box.

Inside they were: pictures, key chains, bracelets, a tiny black box and pregnancy test inside of clear small bag. Pryor smiled weakly, all those memories were making his heart sank into a lake of lost emotions. He picked up the small black box and opened slightly.

"This was Marinette's wedding ring.." He began, Manon was about to say something but he placed his finger on her lips, "Please let me finish." He begged.

He took some pictures out and placed them on table in front of them. "Marinette was 3 months old pregnant here." He passed the picture to Manon who couldn't believe anything.

In the picture, Marinette had bright smile plastered on her lips. She was reclined on the pillows. Pryor had his face buried in her swollen belly, his arms wrapped around her waist.

"And this's your 4 months old ultrasound." He passed another to her softly.

Tears started to form on Manon's eyes, she held the sobbing her lungs wanted to release.

•••

Manon bursted into her house, she didn't care how much her injuries hurt. She kept her feelings hidden and her chin high. When she entered , she found Adrien pacing around the living room and marinette sitting on the couch, her eyes only showed worry. As soon as Adrien notice her presence, he ran towards her and tackled her into a hug. "Manon! You got me so worried!" Adrien exclaimed, hugging her tighter.

"You shouldn't be! Why do you worry! I'm not your real daughter after all!" She exclaimed angrily, releasing herself from his grip. Storming off towards Marinette.

Adrien stood there shocked, tears already sliding down.

"Explain this now!" Manon threw everything Pryor had showed her, the pictures and wedding ring on table in front of her mother.

Marinette was speechless, frozen, she could only Blink. "I-I.."

"Is he my father!" She yelled at her mother as her voice cracked.

Silence

"Answer me!" Manon now cried. Her hands shaking.

"Y-Yes.."

Manon stared at her in disbelief and ran upstairs, tears rolling down her cheeks. Unable to stop them.

Adrien tried to stoped her by holding her hands but she smacked them away, "Don't touch me! You have no right to!" She cried, escaping upstairs.

"Manon Agreste! Come here right now!" Marinette yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Adrien still frozen put.

"I'm not agreste!" Was the only replied Marinette got back from her daughter.

Adrien heart only ache until collapsing to the floor. Crying uncontrollably, punching the floor with his fist. His wife lay on his back, Rubbing it with her hand gently.

"It'll be okay, we'll be okay."

•••
Bonjour mes chatons!
Ça va bien?

And this BOOK IS OFFICIALLY OVER!
FLIPPING 1450 WORDS! BUT IT IS DONE!

Whoop whoop.

Wait wait I'm getting a last minute message.. ready?

They might be a sequel....

~ Nicki 🦄