Adrian Mckinty Books Novels & Stories

Hi, everyone. I just want to thank you all for the love and support you've shown to this book since I started. I meant for it to be a single book about Adrian and Lyra but thought along the way, why not write a story for her friends, Greg and Bella, too? Therefore, I'll be continuing this book with Greg's story, which will be M/M, and Bella's story, after which will be W/W. Hope you enjoy them. PS: What do you all think of Adrian and Lyra's story? did you see the betrayal coming? did it catch you off-guard? what areas can I improve the book, or is it okay the way it is? I want to know your thoughts.

"What about you? Can you tell me your name?" I paused for a moment, unsure whether to reveal my true identity. But there was something about him, something in the way he looked at me, that made me want to believe his every word. "Lily, Lily McGregor." Adrian's face lit up with surprise, as if my name meant something. His eyes widened slightly as a flash of recognition passed through them. "Lily McGregor," he said quietly again, as if testing the name on his tongue. "The daughter of the renowned pack hunter, Henry McGregor?"

Secondly, my dick has been getting hard only around him. I fuck both men and women for fun and I originally thought it was nothing when I got hard torturing him. Fuck! I thought his pretty face drew me in at first. But those two brunettes could not get my cock hard last night and just when I saw Adrian this morning, my dick became hard. I want to fuck him and smear my cum all over his pretty face. But I doubt he is gay and that's exactly what I'm going to find out. Adrian Petrov is a mystery that I can't wait to unravel.

Or am I about to interrupt a Cross family war meeting? A small smile tugged at her lips. Mya: War meetings don’t start until after noon. Keith: Then it’s a date. I’ll bring the muffins. You bring that smile you forget you have. Her heart softened. Maybe this day will be okay. Downstairs, Adrian was already in the study, sleeves rolled up, tie loose. His laptop screen reflected in his glasses as lines of code and data scrolled faster than most people could read. He’d been up since before sunrise.

Adrian cried, raising his head towards Fredrick. “I’ll come with you, in case you need a chaperon.” Gary offered. “I’d rather go with Aunt Marg…” Adrian muttered. “How is she your aunty for Christ’s sakes! This is so frustrating.” With that, he jolted up from the table and picked up his small box of food. “I’m going home!” He grumbled. “I can’t wait to see him, I’ve read about eight of his books and made about three preorders for more.”

“You don't need a wolf to be alpha, you've always done way better and I know while we wait for the arrival of Kenny… you can always be alpha. They've waited for the longest time and I know they are putting up something in jubilation of your return and the new princess' ' Mckenny walks over the pile of files carefully displayed on the shelves as he feels his hands through them. “See anything?” Mark asks to walk over but Mckenny only instructs him to keep quiet. Mark carefully follows him as he walks over his road emanating a red light as they move forward. “Gotcha” he smiles, pulling out a book. “A book!!'' Mark looks at his best buddy strangely. “For a while there I had thought something was

Aria~ He wasn’t supposed to be back until three. His coat is still on, dark charcoal, the line of it deliberate across his shoulders. His shirt is open at the collar — one button, not careless, Adrian is never careless, the exact degree of undone he decided to permit. His hair is slightly damp at the temples, like the day touched him somewhere outside and he has not yet had time to erase the evidence. The silver frames of his glasses catch the light when he lifts his chin.

Because of them. He rubbed his jaw, feeling the faint stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving this morning. The bond pulsed softly, like it could sense the shift in his focus. Audrey was probably still in the kitchen, laughing at something Theo said. He didn’t reach for it. Not fully. Just enough to confirm she was safe and relaxed. That had to be enough for now. Adrian opened the first textbook. Pack Governance and Hierarchical Structures. The pages blurred for half a second before he forced his mind into the familiar grooves. Calculations. Variables. Outcomes. This, he could control.

Adrian, of course, orders like he’s been here a thousand times. As the waiter walks off, I sneak another glance at Kelvin, who’s calmly sipping water like he hasn’t just been dragged into a semi-awkward double dinner. “Do you talk much?” I ask him before I can stop myself. He lifts a brow, slightly amused. “Only when I have something to say.” I nod slowly. “Mysterious.” Adrian laughs. “You’re trying so hard to crack him.” I raise my brows. “Of course I am. I’ve met three McAllister boys, and so far, the odds are not in your favor.”

Adrian growled punching the wall of dirt beside him. “That’s when I saw the female mage who we gave refuge to out of the goodness of our hearts standing over their body smiling, I was little but I was able to put two and two together, that mage had betrayed us, I charge at her without thinking but I was grabbed by two soldiers who beat the shit out of me, my lycan was still little so were unable to fight back, I laid there receiving punch after punch till I passed out, then I work up here and that was when I met Throne for the first time"