Adam Driver N Word Novels & Stories

No one else commanded such respect. "Lavinia, do you know your crimes?" Adam got straight to the point, his eyes wide with fury as he thundered, "You unauthorizedly deployed nuclear weapons. Do you understand the gravity of your offense?"

My insides tighten in painful need and I grit out, "No, thank you." Adam doesn't own a flashy car. He's got a Bentley whereas Norman owns a fleet of flashy colorful cars. Since he's the Alpha's son, he believes he should always have the best of the best. "Is this your only car?" I ask. Adam gives me a surprised look. "Of course. Do you want your own?"

“He’s lying. This was a plan between him and my parents. I knew nothing about it.” Kendrick nodded once, as if he already knew the answer. Then his eyes returned to Adam. “The lady just denied you,” Kendrick said evenly. “So let go of her and leave. Now. Before things get messy.” Adam laughed harshly. “Messy?” he repeated mockingly. “Do you even know who I am?” He puffed out his chest, confidence dripping from every word. “I am Adam Smith of Smith Corporation. The only Smith in the whole of Carminton.”

Adam checked his screen and replied "not so far boss" Adam's response fueled Donald's engine. He increased the speed of the car and turned left sharply. Mr Vim staggered as he stood up. He pointed at Helma and starred at her in hate. He yelled and got to the bed again. He pinned her legs this time with his hands and placed them in between his thighs. Mr Vim slapped Helma heavily. "How dare you!" He slapped her again sending her hair scattered all over her face.

I—“ Suddenly, Mia’s heart fell. Everything she had just said to Adam to not make Nyla seem like a bad person was ruined by this big-mouthed Idiot. "But Nyla-“ "Enough! I don't hesitate to inform you, that Adam has no affection for women. And he’s gay. In order not to make anyone suspect him, that was why he even wanted to marry me in the first place. I've looked after your dad well this two years. If you disturb me, all you'll see is his corpse."

Adam refused, making Victor and Miller shake their heads. "Victor, Miller, let's go!" exclaimed Dante as he walked towards the car with an annoyed look on his face. Adam was confused that someone he considered a chauffeur could order Victor around. "What...?" he asked Victor, and Victor nodded back. After that, Adam's head felt embarrassed; he had really offended someone very honorable. "Ah, wait, sir!" Adam interrupted, but everyone was already in the car.

Adom walked into the room sitting on the coffee table so he could see everyone. "Well as you all may know, I'm Adom. Ash father, or you can say adoptive father. But if you don't want to make him angry never talk to him about this matter. For him I am his real father and those two shits are evil bitches. So I hope you don't bring this stupid topic if you don't need it. And yea I know you think I am really his father how can he talk to me this way. Well it's not his fault, he born as a dram Queen. Sometimes I feel bad for his Alpha." Adom said and look towards Alex who try hard to give Adom his charming smile. But fail when Adom roll his eyes.

Adam growled, reminding me he did not like his lady friends to be referred to as whores. "Sorry, lady of the night, red woman, escort, harlot, hooker, streetwalker or my favourite." I grinned, putting on my best English accent. "strumpet." "So what is it to be Lottie.." Adam asked, changing the subject. "Get out of the car or come watch me as I ensure I never miss a date again?" "Seriously, bedside manner, bro." I mused aloud

In that moment, as Adam took another mindless sip of his coffee, I found myself admiring his courage and endless love for his parents. He was a good guy. Sometimes, it took very little to know them. Adam was one of the good guys. “Enough of the heavy topics,” Adam said with a sigh. “I brought you out here to cheer you up.” I chuckled and looked around. “I really love this ambience. It’s enough to cheer my spirit.” Adam grinned happily. “I’m glad for that.” We drifted to the topic of class. “Honestly,” Adam admitted, stirring his coffee, “I can’t connect to Calloway. I don’t know what it is. His words just… slide right past me.”

He had not so much as patted her bottom, and that was one of the first things a man did when he thought a woman fancied him and wanted to encourage her. Adam had been a great bottom-patter. From his usual horizontal position on the sofa he’d say in his quaint Aussie way, ‘Jeez, what a bum,’ and give it a friendly whack as she went past. After one too many beers at the Newt and Ferret he’d once told a riveted audience that he’d been a tit man until Claudia’s bum had made a new bloke of him.