Adam Driver Smile Novels & Stories

Men leaning back in their chairs, watching me like I was the most interesting thing they'd seen in a long time. "Twenty thousand," a third voice said. This one sounded different. Deeper. It made something in my chest tighten. There was silence for a moment. Then the dangerous-looking one stepped forward, into the light. It was the fourth man. The one with the dangerous smile. "Thirty thousand," he said, and his voice was smooth like silk wrapped around broken glass. The room went very quiet. The auctioneer looked surprised. "Thirty thousand from the gentleman in the back. Do I hear thirty-five?"

Adam replied furiously. Jenna smiled faintly at Adam. Who would have thought that someone's life could change so much in just two days?

' thought Adam with a smile as Damian looked at his phone . When he thought of Damian when he was a kid , the image of a baby came to his mind . His smile changed into an angry look glaring at Damian annoyed . " Why are you looking at me like that old man ? If you have any more complaints just shout them out . I don't have time to wait for you at the hospital . " said Damian looking at him . " No need ! My son will be the cause of me being thrown in a hospital yet my daughter-in-law will take care of me . " said Adam with a smirk .

She greeted Madam Marissa and nodded towards Jade as well. ‎ ‎" Sorry, I got held up. Can we get started?" I reached to shake her hand and spoke this time with a sweet smile of my own, not wanting Madam Marissa to be my spokesperson everytime. ‎ ‎ I have to establish myself as my own person; that's what the madam told me with her glance. In this industry, fake smiles and lies were the casual. ‎ ‎" It's no biggie. Of course, please come with me so we can get started." Holly said, leading the way inside.

Ayana had taken great care to capture the depth and sincerity she often found in Adam's gaze, knowing it to be one of his most defining features. As she focused on his smile, Ayana couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth radiating from the canvas. His lips curled upward in a gentle arc, exuding a genuine sense of joy and kindness that seemed to leap off the painting. It was the kind of smile that could brighten even the darkest of days—a reflection of the light-hearted spirit that endeared Adam to everyone he met.

“But one thing is very sure, and that's that you'll die today.” Adams laughed harder, and the rest of his people joined in on the laughter. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he shouted, removing his hat, so I'd see his face. His hairline was already receding, and his smile had gotten ugly. “Calm your fucking nerves and don't shout at me.” I hissed, turning to Nicholas. “You fix the car.” “On it, Alpha.” “Answer my fucking question and tell me who the fuck you are!” Adams growled, showing off his claws.

Melanie thanked him politely. “Do you always say so little?” Adam asked expectantly. Melanie smiled coyly. “Mr. Smith’s abilities are plain for all to see, but he said that he’s most proud about using his camera to highlight my beauty. He would be happy and sad at the same time to hear your praises.” Adam laughed out loud at Melanie’s remark.

Adam had only seen women who either dressed like whores to attract him at parties, so they’ll become the most feared mafia’s wife or women who wanted to kill him. A boy in wheelchair approaches Mariah, her mom’s the one pushing it. He looks like he’s 8. Adam lowers the car’s window to hear their conversation. “Hey there, cutie! How have you been?” Mariah says with a big smile on her face. This is the first time Adam has seen her smile. She looks pretty when she smiles. Not only a smile is formed by her lips, but her eyes smile as well. “Hi, Dr.Mariah!” Her mom is the first one to speak and Mariah nods and she continues,

Adam turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "Well, I've decided to change my mind," Adam said, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I think I'd like to attend the wedding after all. I need to see my bride before we're married. I find her nickname rather pleasing. It's unusual, but it amuses me." He chuckled softly, his eyes glittering with amusement.

I raced the initials with my fingers and I had to admit it was a beautiful design. Smith Adams, sat at the top right, So Smith Adams was his name? Well at last I have some information on the man now. I ran my hands through my hair, then hailed a taxi. In a few minutes a taxi stopped in front of me, the driver was an older man, probably in his late fifties. His white wavy curls seemed to be styled casually and from his dressing, I could deduce he left home in a rush. Unlike other annoying drivers who had the ridiculous habit of staring at passengers through the driver’s mirror, this man seemed more focused on the road than I had ever been in my life. I shrugged, Some people were quite intenti