Adam Driver Nationality Novels & Stories

“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.

Adam is a man who keeps promises. TBC.

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.

Those things had Sarah baffled to the point that she thought he was just joking. "Adro comes from an extremely… remote village, Sarah. He rarely rode a private car, so, you know, Grace tried to explain. Sarah just took a deep breath and shook her head briefly. She couldn't believe there was someone as primitive as Adro in this world. To her, it was utterly absurd. Moreover, she had heard that Adro was something like an opera or theater actor, so it was hard to believe that he had never been in a private car, let alone didn’t know how to open a car door as basic as hers.

When all the officials started going towards the door,Adam moved closer to Jacob and said,"I need two drivers license for my wife and I". Jacob nod his head in reply and turned to call one of the officials, Kennedy to be precise, since he also deals with stuffs like this. "Kennedy, follow me". "Yes sir",was Kennedy's reply and he followed after Jacob. Then they left for Jacob's office. When they entered Jacob's office, the first thing Adam saw was that the office was painted in black and gold.

Their circle was utterly different. Alex knew Adam was eight years older than him. Adam was 38 years old, with a body and face looking like a person in his early thirties. His face was sculpted like a model. But his dark eyes were the keys to seeing who the real Adam was. Ruthless, cold, and cunning. That was why he rose as a successful self-made mogul out of nowhere. He was an ex-MMA fighter that got retired early 15 years ago. He went under the radar and came up filthy rich like this.

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.”