Adam Driver N Word Novels & Stories

How have you been? "You know the usual "bLevi responded, Adam chuckled, Adam was Chocolate in skin color, Honey coloured eyes, s talland a bit muscular. "Okay, so I Rew have a bad news abs I don't know how you will take it" Adam said, Levi brows arched "Hn, let me know what the issuesus first I hope is something we can be able to fix" "I amafored not, it has crashed, everything has crashed" Adams said as he looked at Levi with pity in his Eyes..

I peek at the screen and see that he already has 911 typed out on his keypad, ready for ring them with one tap. “How did you get past the gates?” Adam’s head turns in Spencer’s direction and I see recognition light up his eyes. “My name is Adam Blackwood and I am the world’s stealthiest and coolest hacker.” He extends his hand for a handshake. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr Tremaine. Lodging and accommodations have significantly improved, thanks to you.” Smooth-talking bastard.

In fact, Adam was relatively famous as a principal contractor in North City, having worked on various megaprojects; he was a typical upstart who had done better than most of his peers. Getting rich meant he also grew conceited, and he grew to believe that any problem that could be resolved with money was no problem at all. When he realized he had upset John, he was completely overwhelmed. On the other hand, Eva didn’t recognize John immediately. Still, she could tell that Adam looked like his soul just left him, and quickly asked, "What's gotten into you, dear?" Adam still couldn’t say a word, even as Dickly complained loudly and angrily, "Daddy, they were bullying Mommy and were going to hi

His body was familiar so there was no more rejection. "Let me drive this fast and slow. I threw our clothes on the empty passenger seat next to the driver. Watch out, if you dare to smell Nadhea Martinez's shirt!"Adam's threat to start his first Shake was enough to slam Nadhea's slender body moving in a limited space.

“I am one of the best racing drivers in the world. Not everyone can get the precious opportunity to race with me.” Amelia bit her bottom lip, “But he caught up with you as an amateur. I guess you aren’t as good as you have boasted.” Adam clutched the steering wheel. He rarely got angry, especially with the one he cared about, but Amelia’s words hurt his pride. “You are about to find the answer, babe.” He huffed a cold laugh, then stepped on the gas again.

He answered, his gaze no doubt riveted to my pumped-up breasts. “Horseback riding and ziplining, huh?” I had to swallow a lump of nervousness. “Yay. I just can't wait.” “You're a terrible actress, Eva.” Adam threw his head back and laughed, and I punched him on the arm, loving how well-muscled it felt against my fist. “So are you ready for the massage, sweetheart?” Adam asked. The endearment he used made my stomach flatter stupidly even though I knew that was probably how he referred to every woman he wanted to fuck.

Adam stood framed in the doorway, his expression dark enough to curdle blood. "Mother." The single word carried centuries of Lancaster violence. Eve smiled. "Darling." Back in Adam's office—a temple of dark wood and darker secrets—I finally erupted. "I'm not some broodmare!" Adam slammed his ledger shut. "No. You're my wife." He stalked around the desk, caging me against the bookshelves. "And I'll be damned if I let them treat you like—" The intercom buzzed. Chloe's voice sliced through the tension:

Adam heaved a sigh of frustration while he was inside his car. “Young Master, are you okay? Are you scared of those bullies?” Sitting in front, George didn’t miss Adam’s upset expression. “Mr. George, I am okay,” Adam answered plainly. “Mr. George, please don’t call me young master again. Please call me again.” Adam added with a friendly tone.

I started apologizing, only to be cut off by a deep, familiar voice. “Karyna?” I turned, shocked to see Adam in a red Lamborghini truck that dwarfed the small Honda Civic I arrived in. “Adam,” I greeted tentatively, not knowing what to say. The last impression I had of him wasn’t the best. I watched his brows furrow, and those icy blues of his were filled with confusion and worry. “What’s the matter? Why are you standing out here?” “Oh, I…my account is kinda acting up right now, and I have to pay the driver, but I got this. Don't worry.” I gave him a brief summary, adding a white lie as well.

“We already showered, so let’s just get dressed and head out.” Sade stood up and stretched, then smirked. “Why are you always hard?” Adamo grinned. “You’d have to ask him.” He gestured downward. Sade snorted. “Well, he is out of commission for a little while because my lady parts need a rest.” Adamo frowned. “What do you mean ‘a little while’?” She shrugged. “A little while.” He narrowed his eyes. “Define ‘little while.’”