Adrian From Secret Life Novels & Stories

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.

"You should stop staring at me like that" Adryan says, his ocean blue eyes still glued onto the laptop he had been working on, a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His words startling Adeena. Adeena was in Adryan's office, she was sitting on a love seat which faced towards where Adryan sat on his chair working on his laptop on God knows what for the past few hours. He hadn't said anything beside greet her when she came in, his ignorance annoyed her, but she kept quiet, pretending to read a book for the past half an hour while staring at him work. Adryan was an extremely good-looking, with him growing a scruff over the span of a week, and the glasses only contributed more to h

He head to the sitting room and switches the television on and while flipping the channels stumbles on a channel showing Drake talking about a new AI application his company had just invented. Justin began gritting his teeth as his face began turning red as he watched the news. He quickly flipped the channel as he remembered what happened the previous day. Justin regained his senses and looked back at Drake who paid him no mind he sat behind his desk finishing up the work he was doing. Justin stormed out of the office walking very fast and breathing heavily as he passed by people and didn't even notice all eyes were on him. He was very annoyed at how much attracted he was to this man he just

When she spoke again, her voice had lost some of its usual amusement. “Fine.” I waited. “Adrian is part of a deep secret organization.” My stomach immediately tightened. “Most of his wealth is built on that.” A chill ran through my body. I instinctively looked over my shoulder again. Adrian was laughing about something one of the movers had said. she continued. The cold sensation spread through my chest. I swallowed. Trying to process everything.

Adrian's POV I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father's body. The blood. Adeline standing over him with that too calm expression. I sat up in bed and checked my phone. Two in the morning. The house was silent. Dawson was asleep. Stefan was probably asleep too. But I couldn't rest. Not when everything about tonight felt wrong. I grabbed my laptop and opened it. Started searching for information about Adeline. Her background. Her history. Anything that might explain who she really was.

It's my secret he shouldn't know how I truly feel that's a secret I'm willing to take to my grave. “How long have you been back from work?” I quickly changed the topic before I spilled my secret in the heat of the moment. “Long enough to watch you sleep and join you in bed before you disappear.” He flirts, pinching my ribs and I laugh. What would I do with myself when I finally leave this man? I think a rehab facility would do me a lot of good. Adrian is like a drug warned against and shouldn't be taken but you take it and it gets you hooked like an addict. That's my story with him. At first I warned my heart not to fall for his good looks, I fought his additive scent hovering around me and

he said evenly. Adrian let out a triumphant laugh. "See? He won’t even deny it. Ask him, Shania. Ask him why he picked you. Why he needed someone with your name, your circumstances. Ask him what he’s hiding." "Enough." Stefan’s voice was sharp, commanding silence. He turned to Adrian, his expression deadly. "You’ve said what you came to say. Now get out." For a moment, Adrian didn’t move, his gaze flicking between the two of us. Then he smirked, the same infuriating smirk he always wore when he thought he’d won.

“She called Mom.” Adrian closed his eyes briefly. “I forgot about the bushes.” “Mom didn’t.” He shook his head slowly and there it was the laugh I had memorized at fourteen, unguarded and real, nothing like the controlled composure he wore everywhere else. It moved through me like something I didn’t have armor against. Stop it, I told myself. I looked back at the screen. Kofi got up to get more drinks and I stood to clear plates because it gave my hands something to do. Adrian followed me into the kitchen without being invited, leaning against the counter while I rinsed dishes in the way he had apparently decided was acceptable.

But invisibility wasn't an option tonight. With a heavy breath, Adrian crossed the narrow living room and pulled the locked trunk from under his bed. His fingers lingered on the latch before snapping it open. Inside, neatly arranged, lay the tools of his second life—satin, lace, wigs, and silicone curves that sculpted him into someone else. Someone untouchable. He peeled off his stiff secretary's suit, folding it with mechanical care, then paused to study himself in the mirror. Thin, pale, too ordinary. Glasses sliding down his nose. Adrian Cole: the invisible secretary. The nobody.

Adrian didn’t re​ply​ with​ words, but the‍ way he held Ethan afterwards like he was something precious said ever‍ything. Later that ni‍ght,​ as t‍hey la⁠y in the dark, Adri‍an’s ph⁠o‍ne buzz‍ed​ with a m‌essage fro‍m his head‌ of secu​rity back in New York. A ri⁠val compan‌y was digging i‌nto his personal life, rumor​s about⁠ hi⁠s s‍exuality were startin​g t‌o cir⁠culate‌. Adrian re‌ad the messa‍ge‌, his j‌aw tightening‌, he set​ the phone a‍sid‌e and pulled E​than clo‍ser​.