Adam Driver Nationality Novels & Stories

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?"

said Adam. “I can't stay in Maldives, Dam. Because my Swiss branch currently needs me. I don't want to be selfish. Due to my personal problems, I had to sacrifice the company I just started. I will face it. Even though Rio and Mr. Alexander are against me. The most important thing for me, my wife is still beside me,” said Amar. Adam, who heard what his boss had just said, he didn't believe it. Amar Trixeon who is famous for being arrogant and cruel, suddenly now turns into a man who is calm and wise in responding to problems.

Therefore, I chose to stay quiet as I got inside the car beside her. “Anywhere that you want us to go, Alpha?” Arnold, my driver asked. “Alpha Cosimo’s,” I said, and Lea frowned in confusion as she looked at me. “What the hell are we going to do there?” She asked, shaking her head in question. “I doubt that it should be the first place that you would be going to…”

"Let's see how long you'll be able to last out there, Adira. I bet it won't take you nothing to come crawling back here." But Adira said nothing, neither did she spare her a glance as she walked out of the house. Approaching the car, the driver - a young blonde guy - stepped out and assisted with her luggages. "Hey, you're from Mr um..." "Mr Nikolai," he answered calmly. "Please, get in the car, ma'am." Adira did - taking the backseat. She exhaled deeply as she leaned her head on the window and took in the passing scenery. She hoped she wasn't making the wrong choice.

She cleaned up his shoulder as well. “Thank you,” Adam said, once she was done. “I think I should move out of the middle of the road now.” “I’d say you don’t need to worry because no one ever comes down it, but it shows what I know,” she replied. “What’s your name?” “Adam,” he said quickly. She continued to look at him, and he realized people were supposed to have last names. “Adam… Blue.” He figured since Seth’s last name was Green and Daniel’s was Redd, everyone here must have a color name.

Outside, the narrow Sicilian road twisted through black hills and ancient olive groves, the headlights cutting slices of brightness out of total darkness. But none of that mattered. What mattered was the other vehicle ahead of us. A battered armored car with Italian plates, peeling paint, and a cracked taillight. Richard’s car. Adam was driving like a man possessed. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping in his cheek. His left arm worked the wheel, the veins standing out stark beneath skin slick with sweat and blood. His right hand held a handgun wedged against the steering wheel. He was covered in blood. Some of it his, most of it not.

Adan sneered, "Mr. Dominik, I thought their club really wasn't worth buying at all." Dominik squinted, "What do you think? Are you the boss, or am I the boss?" Adan saw Dominik was about to get mad, so he quickly said, "Mr. Dominik, don't worry. Even though Eddie didn't agree, the racers and mechanics on their side were all my people. They couldn't even join the race tomorrow." Adan didn't tell Dominik that Amelia was going to play for Ralph. In his opinion, a woman couldn't even handle a regular off-road car, let alone drive a race car.

I opened the door swiftly and got down from the vehicle, noticing that Daniel had stopped, and was staring horrifyingly at the figure that just destroyed the rear window of his car. I turned my head, and the figure came to sight. My eyes widened as I saw the man, now visible by the moonlight, standing at the back of the car, breathing furiously, holding a bat in his hand. He must have used the bat to break the window. The man stared at me, and his eyes held so much emotion that I'd never seen before, or even knew he was capable of holding. He bit his lower lip as his nose twitched, turning his head to look at Daniel. The man was Adam.

"Adam, this is Señorita Amy Leah. Daughter of Don Miguel~" "The asshole haciendero that hit him yesterday. Hi! It's nice to meet you" I cut Desmond off while my eyes were fixed on his now getting-pale friend. "Ow! My bad. But it's also nice to meet you, Señorita!" Adam uttered in a not-sorry-way for I saw a slight sneer on his face. "So, I'm going to be your driver today. Des, did you already fix everything here?" "Yes! I already had my discharge papers. I am free now!" Desmond smiled. He was about to take a step when I stopped him.

My heart would break if she saw me and didn’t recognize me. Fred knocked firmly on the door, and my heart banged against my chest. We waited for a while before a middle-aged woman opened it. Her eyes narrowed, intuitively suspecting that something was wrong. “Who are you?” She stepped back. “How can I help you?” I greeted her respectfully. “I’m Adonis, the Lycan Alpha,” I said, and she immediately bowed on her feet in respect. “Rise,” I said softly to her, and she did, trembling slightly.