Adrian Mellon Novels & Stories

Well I don't apologise so I just continued on my way when I heard her yell "Jerk" I stopped on my tracks to give her a fitting reply but, luckily for her she already left the building. I went into the conference room. I should introduce myself. I'm Adrain Ivan Stone, the youngest and most successful multi billionaire. The media portray he as a ruthless, selfish and dangerous man but guess what, they are right. I am the second richest man after the president in NYC, you can call me corky or obnoxious but ladies fall at my feet, they treasure the floor I walk on. Well, I can't blame them, with my 6 ft 4 height, and a face like mine even I will fall for myself but I don't care about that. I was

I add. “That is wonderful and it makes it easier for you to have him fall for you.” Mom states. “Yeah well after Nick told me about my new position I asked what all the excitement was about. Kaden got engaged over the weekend and it was to none other than Everly. The child she is carrying is his and it is a boy. Nick said they have been dating awhile. They also work closely with Tianya and Kylynn who are the founders and CEOs of Olympus energy drinks. Phil said that Everly is also one of the CEOs.” I comment.

Adrian said, grinning evilly. Melanie scoffed and retorted back. "Yeah and I'll f#cking choke you to death in your sleep, so you can get a peaceful sleep for eternity," Cara chuckled whereas Adrian frowned. "Hey! Adrian," Adrian tossed his head and saw his friend, Gale coming towards him. "What's going on in here, guys?" Gale asked. "Nothing, I was just telling my plan of giving your precious friend a peaceful sleep of eternity," Melanie uttered, smiling innocently.

Melanie looked up, and adjusted her hat as she looked at the handsome face before her. “You’re…Melanie Jones!” When the man called out her name, Melanie suddenly realized who he was. He was Adam O’Shea, a popular model and the darling of the fashion world. He was of mixed descent and stood at a towering height of 195 centimeters. His thick brows, bright eyes, and sharp features propelled him swiftly to stardom as an ambassador highly sought after by various international brands within the past two years.

Damon said, formally. He took my hand, and made a very public display of lovingly kneading my hand on the table. “Well, it's just another lunch off the palace’s budget to me.” Adrian joked, and Damon and I laughed. Adrian was a fine man, in all senses of the word. He looked just about Damon's height, he had green eyes, dull green, the type that makes you feel like you're sinking the more you look at it. He was quite buff and had an athletic body. He had strong facial features, a thoroughly ‘M’ shaped top lip, and a pink bottom lip. He had a scar, in the shape of a slit, right above his left eye, making him look like Scar from the Lion King movie.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

“Where is Miranda?!” The name lingered. Adrian’s expression shifted. A slow, amused smile curved his lips. “Oh,” he said lightly. “Your dear friend?” Melissa’s fists clenched. “Yes.” Adrian tilted his head slightly. “She’s not here.” Melissa blinked. “What do you mean she’s not here?” Adrian shrugged. “She left.” Melissa stared at him. “Left… where?” Adrian chuckled. “With another man.” The words landed like a slap. Melissa’s brows furrowed.

"You owe me an apology and forty-seven new crystals." She heard him crouch beside her. She did not look at him. "I know who you are," she said when the silence stretched too long. "Cool." "Adrian Hale. Julian's brother. You play quarterback, you've been suspended twice, and your grandmother runs the family's business interests, which some people call "creative accounting" and others call "organised crime." I know exactly who you are, and I'm not afraid of you." A pause. "You should be," he said. His voice had dropped, not louder but more present. It was taking up more room. "A bookworm like you stays out of my way. Clear?"

“Yes.” Julian looks at him. Evan shrugs. “Both things can be true.” Before Julian can answer, movement near the side entrance silences most conversations. Adrian enters with Annabelle and Martin Hale. He is dressed in a dark suit, a white shirt, and no tie. The missing tie should look casual, but on Adrian, it reads like something has been removed and not replaced. His face is composed, though Julian can see the exhaustion underneath. He looks like a man who has slept badly and chosen badly and finally decided to stand where everyone can see the cost.