Adam Jones Sm6 Novels & Stories

Her head snapped back and she collapsed, rolling onto her back, dazed and moaning. Jones laughed, baring his teeth, eyes glowing red, a sadistic glee on his face. He brought his foot up again but Adom shouted in agony, drawing Jones's attention. Jones turned to them fully, swinging the sword in an arcing 'X' in front of him before advancing on them. Adom let go of Ammy and she fell to her knees, too weak to stand on her own. Adom stood, brave and unarmed between Ammy and Jones, not flinching when the alpha snarled at him to move aside. Adom refused and Jones rolled his eyes before back handing Adon who grit his teeth and fell to the side, on one knee.

He wore a red hoodie, black jeans, black and red sneakers, and a black visor, with his curly afro coming out of the top. His jewelry glistened under the sunlight, and I was just happy to see him. Walking over, I kept my eyes on the ground until I reached him. His sneakers came into view, and I let my eyes trail up to meet his gaze. I gave him a small smile, but his face remained blank.

He seems taller than Adam and Adam is 6'2". Amy clears her throat, trying to hide the fact that she is intrigued by this mysterious man. "We were waiting for you. I'm Amy and this is Adam. We are a team from now on." Amy informs the man who is still busy is smoking. However, Jamie stops smoking for a while, he takes a bored look at both Amy and Adam for a while before coming back to smoking without saying anything. He just nods his head only.

James is unable to let any proper words out so all he hears is a grumble of pain as they slowly but as quickly as they can make their way to the pack doctor. Once Jared and Alpha Jaxson help James into the bed in the pack doctors wing, he can’t help but collapse into the chair beside the bed. “Dad, please. You need to get better. I’m not ready to be Alpha yet. I still need you. Please you need to get better.” Alpha Jaxson makes his way to Jared who is sitting in the chair and lays a hand on his shoulder in a show of support. “Don’t worry son, your dad is strong. He will be back to his old self again soon.”

"Are you sure everything is fine?" "Absolutely. "Everything is fine," I said, nudging her. "Let us catch up outside then." I agreed. On our way outside, we saw Alpha Adonis' friend, Fred, walking towards us. He was tall and skinny, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He carried a lead guitar and wore jeans and a black turtleneck shirt. Oh, how I admired men with musical abilities. The attractiveness increased a thousandfold, and while my feelings for the alpha's friend were far from romantic, I would love to hear him sing. It made me wonder if Alpha Adonis had vocal abilities.

She screamed, shaking hard against the glass as her pussy pulsed and squirted again and again. “Fuck yes,” Damon growled, not stopping. “Look at you squirting for Daddy like a good whore. So messy. So perfect.” Elena was still twitching, juices running down her legs, when he finally pulled his fingers out. They were shiny and dripping. He brought them to her mouth. “Taste how much you need Daddy.” She sucked his fingers clean, eyes locked on his, moaning softly. Damon stepped back just enough to unzip his tailored black trousers. His thick, veiny cock sprang free , the swollen head already leaking precum in a shiny bead.

This revenge is not worth the betrayal they damage the towering Smith Company. "I'm glad you're here, Nadia. I'm sick of seeing them every time we date," said Adam Smith relaxed his body while chewing caramel popcorn and cola to replace the disturbed mood. Nadhea commented with a slight smile, putting her fingers into Adam's interlocked fingers and holding Adam's head on her shoulder.

They would never believe it. A knock came on the door and he knew it was Jade. She walked in holding some clothes, ignoring the glare Shawn was giving her for walking into the male restroom. She placed the clothes on his hands and told him to dress up so he could follow her in to pick his shoes. Then she walked out. Shawn sighed before looking away from the door and then at the clothes. She didn't know his measurements so she had bought him a basketball jersey. He wore it with a smug smile. It had the number seven on it, meaning that she still remembered that he plays basketball.

Dark blonde hair somehow looking tousled and messy yet perfectly placed. As Theo steps aside, Jax comes fully into view. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, the fabric straining against his thick biceps and broad chest. It does little to disguise his impressive physique underneath- the dips and curves of firm, hard-earned muscle. His jeans sit low on his hips, a perfect fit. As I drag my gaze back up to his face, I see that he’s checking me out, too, raking his eyes over my body. They pause and linger on my bare legs- I’m in a loose, long-sleeved navy cotton dress, and while it’s not the cutest thing I own it’s comfortable as hell. From Jax’s hungry gaze, he seems to approve.

Adams standing by the table, his personal assistant as close to him as the man would allow. “Sir.” I stand up and shake his hand. The man only grunts and takes the seat opposite mine. “You got here earlier than I expected,” father says from beside me. This is the most I’ve see Mr. Smith smile and something about it makes an ugly feelings make its way through my stomach. Mr. Adams hums and says nothing as his assistant fills a glass with water for him. “Let’s get straight to the point,” Mr. Adam says when he finishes drinking his water. “I want you and Jess to give me a grandchild as soon as possible. It would be appreciated if it was a boy, I need to hand over my business.”