Adam Stories Novels & Stories

Adam whispered weakly, pulling Leo's right foot so he wouldn't leave him. "Hey! I don't want to beat you to death, even though I want to! Nevertheless--" "Can you lend me some money!" Adam interrupted softly while embracing Leo's feet. Leo remained still, surprised that such words came out of Adam's mouth. These were words that he never expected to hear from the arrogant former CEO of Wilson Group. "I need a significant amount of money for Sabrina's medical expenses," Adam said in a hoarse and almost inaudible voice. "I'll return it later. I promise!" Adam's bloodied and bruised face looked up weakly, pleading with Leo.

Adam sighed weakly as he took Davis' drunken body out of the hotel room and placed him safely in his castle's bed. Adam learned the truth about Davis' sudden transformation when he heard Davis' gibberish talk in a drunken state. Adam gathered information about Porishma Das. And he was surprised that his boss, the youngest business tycoon in New York, the most desirable man, and the sexiest monster in the corporate world, wanted an Indian woman who had a child out of wedlock. Adam contacted Daniel's right-hand man, Carlos, who also revealed details about his master's life. They discussed and agreed that their bosses needed their assistance, and it was time to demonstrate to their superiors ho

Adam confessed. Adeline's expression turned serious. "Don't scare him like that, Adam. He loves you dearly." Adam nodded, understanding. Their conversation flowed effortlessly. "Dislikes?" Adeline asked. "Cruelty, injustice, and pollution," Adam replied. Adeline nodded vigorously. "Mine too." "Likes?" she continued. "Nature, animals, trees, history, and languages," Adam enumerated. Adeline's eyes sparkled. "We share passions!" Their shared loves forged a bond.

What game is Adam playing? Because my living room is full of rack after rack of dresses.

Lisa, my once best friend, cackled as she walked towards Adams. Adams snaked an arm over her and kissed her lips, "Unfortunately she did. Could you believe that? I can't even bear to look at her face, not to talk of actually..." with a look like he wanted to barf, "sleeping with her!" I swallowed painfully, keeping my gaze on him. His eyes met mine and for a moment, I could have sworn his eyes softened for a bit. But that wasn't Adams. That wasn't the guy I had been crushing on. This wasn't the guy who told me he loved me a few weeks back.

she greeted, her voice as poised as ever. Adams barely acknowledged her. His thoughts were still consumed by what his mother had revealed to him,the fact that his father had been secretly keeping in touch with Liam’s mother all these years. "You look troubled, Adams," Marina observed as she reached for a piece of toast. He sighed, setting down his spoon. "There’s a lot going on." Sandra, who had been unusually quiet, looked up. "Did you hear the latest news?" Adams glanced at her warily. "What news?"

Dad said, kissing his cheeks and I could tell the cultural difference is surprising Adam. Just then, our younger siblings arrived and my mother pulled them both to face Adam. "Darling, these are Zac and Seb's younger siblings. This young man is Crisostomo and this little girl is Marina." Mom introduced our fifteen-year-old and five-year-old siblings to Adam who smiled at them. "Hi, Crisostomo and Marina, I'm Adam, I'm..." Adam stopped and he looked over at us. "Our boyfriend." I finished what Adam couldn't say. Maybe because he thought they were too young to know. "Don't worry about these little devils." I ruffled their hair and they both glared at me.

They started immediately. “Where’re you from?” Simon Cole asked with his mouth full. “Nebraska,” Adam responded without looking up from his plate. “I mean your folks. Where’s your family from?” Simon specified. Adam thought for a moment. “Santa Rosa. My dad would kill for the LA Dodgers. I’m the only one to ever leave California,” Adam responded, trying to be as casual as possible. Simon nodded. There was no point for Adam to ask the same question about Simon Cole. The billionaire’s family had definitely been in the same mansion for several generations.

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

Alpha Daddies Knows Best (18+ | A Forbidden Reverse Harem) Bound in the center of their private room, wrists chained high and pulled apart above my head, legs hooked open and spread wide. My body hangs helpless as Dante stands in front of me. His strong hands grip my thighs with unyielding force, fingers digging deep into my soft flesh as he holds me open and pulls me back and forth onto his cock, controlling every inch of the penetration while he pounds into me. My full, heavy breasts are crushed against his hard, muscled chest, roughly dragging across my sensitive nipples with every forceful thrust, sending sharp, electric sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core, making them h