Adam Driver Nationality Novels & Stories

I ordered, holding out my hands to Damian. He shook his head. “You’re not driving anywhere right now.” “Give me the fucking keys,” I growled. “No.” “I can drive you,” Adam quipped. I slanted a look at him. Of course he’d come with his new car, and of course he wasn’t sitting on its hood. Damian nodded, as if I needed his fucking permission to get into Adam’s car. “Then let’s go, kiddo,” I muttered. Adam hopped off Damian’s car, threw away his stub, and got into his Mustang. The moment I sank down into the passenger seat and closed the door, Adam shot out of the parking lot. “Where do you want to go?”

“This is my mother--Mariana and father, Daniel.” “You already know Adam from earlier, my youngest brother and his older twin Adrian. Then comes the second Kaden with his wife Ella and I’m the oldest.” Adam had black hair with dark green eyes almost black. He looked in his late 20′s. He wore a black tux with a white shirt underneath. However Adrian had light brown locks of hair with the same green eyes and the very same attire.

“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.”

Diana The next morning, as I waited for Martin to come to pick me up, I heard a car drive into our yard. Thinking it was Martin, I opened the door and came out carrying my bowl of cereal with Walter on my tail. I stopped short when I saw my car with Adam in the driver's seat. My heart froze when he opened the door and stepped out in full slow-mo. His dirty blond hair was the first thing I saw before I allowed my eyes to travel down his athletic body. He had another one of his famous wisdom black shirts on with words on it about living life fast before death knocked. It was partly tucked into black ripped jeans. He wore a navy blue corduroy shirt over the t-shirt.

Adam turned his gaze towards a little girl who was dancing under the falling snow gracefully. "No plan," Adam replied briefly. When he decided to travel to Europe, he didn't have a special itinerary. Adam left, fed up with the incessant matchmaking of his mother, who is too afraid that the CEO position will be handed over to Matthew, the son of his father's mistress. So Adam, who already had a Schengen Visa, decided to temporarily escape to Europe. To calm his mind. "Oh, do you want to join my itinerary?" Jenna offered with a sweet smile, which was sure to have some ulterior motive.

While I was under the shower bed, I couldn't help but smile, I still couldn't believe that my Lovely Dad was back. My Dad Adrian Goodness is a medical doctor and also a missionary, he usually travels all over the world yearly to preach the gospel to different coucountrieshe country he went last was the Gambia a country in West Africa, to preach the gospel, he had been there for about A year before he suddenly came back today, we had been communicating Via Skype for months now but that wasn't so often as my father is always busy.

He said and I laughed. Only if he knows what that means... The door opened and Mr Adam walked in. "Let's go" He said and walked out of the room. Hm. He wore a black jumpsuit same with Brandon. So adorable! We left the room together.. We got outside and stood before the car we were going with. Oh my God! It's Mr Adam's best car yet. A red Alfa Romeo Stelvio! Whoa! I can't even imagine how much the car must have cost him.

He breezed away before the woman could say anymore, and I saw the entrance door swing open once, catching a glimpse of Tristan’s personal driver. “I guess I’ll be going now.” I echoed hollowly. The manger wasn’t even looking in my direction. “Thanks for… everything? I guess?” I pushed the door open and walked into the afterglow of sunlight, a gentle cascading thing that made the air smell warm even though winter was steadily coming in. Adam, Tristan’s personal driver and bodyguard stood waiting at the door of the passenger’s side. “Good evening, Adam,” I greeted. “Bracknell,” replied Adam in his gravelly voice. “We’re late.”

He didn’t look at me, but his presence was overwhelming, like he didn’t need to speak to remind me he was there. When we stepped outside, a sleek black car was already waiting by the curb, the driver standing by with a straight posture, ready for orders. Kelvin walked right past the driver’s side, tugged the door open, and slid in behind the wheel. I hesitated. He wasn’t letting someone else drive? That wasn’t a good sign. The driver looked just as thrown off. "Sir—" "You’re dismissed." Adam’s voice was sharp, leaving no room for discussion. The driver stiffened but nodded, stepping away. I hope the dismissal didn't mean he had been sacked. One could never know with Kelvin.

What is the relationship between the two of them? As if he understood what Allan was thinking, the driver said, "Ehem! Sorry sir, it was Miss Adams who asked me to call her Miss Eve only. She feels bad if I call her Miss Adams. Because she said I was older than her, sir. Hmm...that time when Miss Eve, I mean..Miss Adams..." the driver looked confused. "Call her what makes you comfortable. You can call her Miss Eve!" exclaimed Alan finally seeing the driver's nervousness.