Adam Ronan Novels & Stories

Steven then smiled as he looked at the canteen door and said waving at the young man who looked just a little older than them, "When it comes to credits, payday is here." Adrian looked in spite of himself in the direction where Steven was waving his hand and Ronan was really there. He could already hear the muffled cries of some girls when they saw him pass in front of them and that annoyed him deeply. At the same time he could hardly blame them because Ronan was really handsome. He was 1m90, he had short brown hair, azure blue eyes with a friendly face which became devilishly sexy when he smiled. His body was muscular but not too much, he had a feline look and a powerful aura emanated from

Breathless, I turned around. Ronan stood in front of a black car parked at the curb. Dressed in Oxxford. Hands in his pockets. His hair gleamed blue beneath the Miami sun, though the light didn’t touch his eyes fringed by dark lashes. They called himD’yavol, but there could be a halo above his head for as perfect as he looked to me right now. Waves washed against the rocks, but the sound wasn’t lonely . . . not with this man on the same side of the Atlantic. Those cartoon hearts coalesced into one and burst frommy chest.

Ronan greeted Stella with a forced smile, "Hello, Ms. Dawson! I'm Ronan McKinney." Stella recognized his name. She knew he came from a famous family in Valtara. "Do you know me?" Ronan answered, "You're very famous." Stella responded, "Oh, so have you seen the movies or series I've acted in?"

"Ronan is up to his old mischievous tricks again on the network!" "He is so incredibly cheeky, but my inner wolf loves him for it!" "He is totally rubbing salt in the wound. Darius looks like he wants to shift and bite his phone." "Ronan is the ultimate king of trash talk. I love this guy." "Ronan Nightcrest is an absolute jerk for posting that." "This is way too cruel! Darius and his tracking team haven't had a single bite of food yet, and they have to sit there watching Ronan brag about a full stomach?"

Ronan caught my wrist gently, “Let’s go.” We pushed through the reporters. Lexi stayed behind, smiling for the cameras like she was born for it. When we reached his car, I slid in fast and slammed the door. Ronan got in beside me. Then I said, “Who the hell was that?” He pulled off his sunglasses, tossing them on the dash. “Lexi Marcell, my ex. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “She works for my father’s PR team now. Damage control, brand management, that sort of thing.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

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.

Serena and I are chatting with another young couple, Wes and Annalise, when Liam rushes over like a tiny tornado. “Luna!” he exclaims, flinging himself at Serena’s legs and grabbing on. She laughs, reaching down to ruffle his flaxen hair. “Hey, kiddo.” “Liam!” a male voice barks out, and I look up to see his dad, Dean, striding in our direction, a sour look on his face. When he’s close enough, he reaches out to grab Liam by the arm, yanking him off of Serena. “I thought I told you to stay close?”

Even so, a tribe wouldn't survive without order, so they still have an alpha to regulate the tribe and mediate once an argument or disagreement among the members arises. The alpha of the tribe was named Dawon. He has a muscular body similar to Brother Orson's. His hair was a light ginger color, while his eyes were also emerald like Dillon's. He was the same age as Lowell, but for some reason, he hasn't married a female yet. "What brings you all here in our tribe?" Dawon asked sternly.