Adrian And Marinette Novels & Stories

If Draven found any reason, he might really kill Adrian. Adrian couldn't die yet. Not for my sake alone, but for Midnight Pack. I nodded and went with him. Marielle was waiting outside the door. Her face lit up when she saw Adrian, then fell instantly when she noticed me beside him. "Adrian, where are you going?" she asked. "To the edge of the territory. Some of our wolves were attacked," he replied. She immediately looped her arm through his. "Then I'm coming with you." He patted her hand gently. "No, Marielle. It's too dangerous."

She lay down on the bed. When Adrian came inside, he was so overcome with shock, he almost stumbled and then he looked like he forgot something and then banged the door loudly. “Is anything wrong?” She asked crawling towards him. “Curtis is here, I promised to show him something,” Adrian bit out and Kristen dropped her hand immediately. Curtis and his wife Shania were Maria’s friends and the man was old enough to be her father. “I will be quick,” Adrian promised with kiss on top of her lips. His promise made to her to pose on the bed, awaiting him. Minutes passed and anticipation died, she slowly drifted into sleep.

He crossed to the bookshelf behind his desk, lifted a heavy leather bound copy of some biography he had never once mentioned reading, and drew a small brass key from the hollowed space beneath it. I did not look up from Evan's spelling list. I did not need to. That Tuesday, Adrian left for a two day trip to close some deal in Chicago, kissing my forehead on his way out the door with an ease that almost impressed me now, a man capable of loving his wife goodbye in the morning and lying to her about everything that mattered by noon. The boys were at school. Marta had gone to the market with a list long enough to keep her out for hours. The house was mine.

“Were you married before? Did Miss Hale come between you and your wife?” Marissa’s smile faltered, her hand tightening on his arm. Adrian didn’t flinch. He straightened slightly, shoulders squared, voice even and deliberate. “Those rumours are false,” he said. “These accusations are completely baseless. Marissa was never a homewrecker.” Silence.

I let out, a warm smile spreading across my face. "But I could get your number, because I would really want us to catch up," I added quickly. "Sure, I would want that too!" Adrian said, bringing out his phone. As we exchanged contacts, he looked up at me. "Enjoy the evening with your special someone," he teased, typical Adrian. I flashed him a smile, making my way to the counter. Just a few steps away, my eyes landed on Mara, gulping down shots of a strong drink. Shit!

There were a few hunting trophies on the wall as well, a bear and a stag. Cassandra’s eyes drifted to the office’s occupant who was seated behind what looked like a professional gamer’s station, complete with multiple screens and a rotating chair. “Nice to meet you again Miss Fisher,” Jason Drake said getting up from his chair. Jason was tall, like an NBA player with a tight muscular body that bulged in all the right places. This time he had no cap or glasses to hide his features so she could see him in his full glory. And glorious he was, his hair was long and curly styled into a lob . Cassandra had caught a glimpse of his hazel eyes but seeing them fully was an entirely different experienc

Adrian said, looking at his laptop. "Well, she is to me." "Then you have a problem." Adrian said without looking at him as he picked up his glass again and took a sip. "Speaking of beautiful women though, Mario's girlfriend is far from an exception." Adrian froze momentarily.

I mean as far as I know mr adrian is a angry young man, who didn't believe in love and all then how you both reached in this stage, I got shocked when you told me you are getting married I thought you were joking but no you were serious and when I heard the name of your groom I was about to die, I mean how inanna how all this happens? Inanna looks at neva and said "nothing much neva" one- day mr Adrian propose me and told me that he wanted to marry me, he doesn't believe in the concept of dating So he directly wants to marry me, he gave me time to

The room froze again. Adrian’s fist tightened harder around Creigh’s collar while pure anger burned inside his dark eyes now. “You think this is funny?” Adrian hissed. Creigh stared back calmly. “No,” he answered quietly. “But you losing your temper easily is becoming interesting.” Adrian nearly punched him right there, clenching his fist afterward for another punch. Marie rose from the couch immediately. “Enough!” Nobody listened. “You stay the hell away from Aria,” Adrian snapped furiously. “I don’t care who you are.”

The voice on the other end was easy, familiar—his longtime friend, Nate. “Man, it’s been forever. We’ve got a group heading to Harlan’s tonight—come have a drink, blow off some steam.” Adrian glanced at Emily, who was now smoothing the sleeves of his shirt with delicate fingers.“Can’t,”he said simply.“Spending the night with my wife.” There was a pause, then a groan through the line.“God, you’re one of those now. Alright, alright, I get it. Go be disgustingly in love. I’ll catch you next time.”