Adrian Shephard Novels & Stories

The person who had attacked Ashton a moment ago shifted back to his human form and shouted at Ashton. When Leonard saw who he was, he was not surprised. "You have gone against our values and attacked our alpha, the crime that you have committed requires you to face execution at the first light, right in front of the whole pack," Kevin shouted at the top of his lungs. Although he was talking, he seemed to be sending out signals. The wounds on Kelly had already healed and his subordinates had already brought him clothes. Ashton was still healing because his super healing abilities came from his wolf who was still under the effect of the wolfbane.

Adrian. I looked at the name a while. He had motive. He had access. He had already told him that he had found the demos months ago. And he wanted to unmask Liora. Fast. Public. Explosive. This fit his style. But… I grumbled a little. No, I muttered. Adrian liked control. But this? This was too. stratified. Too technical. Overly uniform in platforms. He was a newspaper man. No systems player.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

He was about to bury Ethan so deep he wouldn’t recover. Adrian took his time, adjusting his cuff links before finally speaking. “The last twenty-four hours have been filled with speculation, half-truths, and outright lies.” His voice was smooth, cutting through the tension like a blade. “It’s time to set the record straight.” He placed his hands on the podium, leaning slightly forward. “Ethan Cavendish has spent the past few days spreading lies, trying to manipulate the narrative.” His voice was calm, controlled, dripping with quiet power.

“Wait. You two know each other?” Adrian laughed. “Apparently.” I shook my head without saying a word. Sandra was just about to speak when Vanessa held her arms. “That’s Adrain Graham. The most popular football star after Jace Stanford. He was our senior.” She whispered loud enough for me to hear. Then she cleared her throat loudly. The moment shattered. Adrian turned toward her. His expression changed. The warmth disappeared. “So.” Vanessa crossed her arms. “So?” He looked at her calmly. “You were saying something.”

Shea rambled. "I don't care. You put my wife's life in danger. It was what you deserved." Adrian replied coldly. "I have been punished for that. My family has been punished for that!" Shea yelled. She took two steps in our direction, and I noticed Adrian tensing. "You want my help. You need my help. This is my price. You'll take me back to Lust. I can't stand being here. My brain is literally frying from being so close to... Her." Shea said as her eyes flickered to me. Her expression hardened. "Every time I look at you," she spat at me, "I see my murdered family. I can still hear my father's screams. All I did was send your bitch back to the human realm. I could've easily killed her, but I d

Commanding. Adrian. He stood in the doorway, wearing his usual black—His dark, dangerous presence instantly sucking the oxygen out of the room. “She’s helping us pack, Adrian,” Sheila said, her voice instantly shifting into a breathy, flirtatious purr as she flipped her hair. “You can’t just—” Adrian looked at her and her words stuttered, her bravado crumbling “Fine,” she stammered, crossing her arms defensively. “You can have her. Not like she’s useful anyway. Seems like she’s just getting passed around the higher ranks these days.”

He pulled back slightly, hands gently scanning my arms and shoulders for injury. I shook my head, unable to speak. “Good.” He exhaled, pressing his forehead against mine. “It’s okay now. I’m here. And I swear I’m going to teach you how to rip apart anyone who tries to hurt you.” As we drove back, Adrian kept one hand on the wheel and the other gently holding mine. He told me who Philip truly was. I wondered why they had allowed such a disgusting creature to keep his job for so long. “I’m glad he’s dead,” I whispered.

"Any news, Sydney?" He asks as he answers. "What? On their way to Ketria? What about Vivian?" Adrian winces at something the other speaker says before cursing. "I'll be on the lookout. He is injured and out of his territory. I will deal with him." "What's going on?" I ask when he ends the call. "Hmm, oh, just some-" "Adrian, please don't lie to me." He sighs. "Lewis, as you called him, killed his wife and is on his way to get you-"

“Apologize! Apologize to Mr. Shepherd now! Don’t you know just how noble is Mr. Shepherd’s identity? How could he be a con artist that Rockefeller tra… Alex Rockefeller hired? If Mr. Shepherd says it’s twenty million dollars, then it must be real!” Adrianna asked, “Mr. Shepherd? Which Mr. Shepherd are you even talking about?” Taylor immediately replied, “The young heir of Pegasus International, Mr. Shepherd!” Although Adrianna didn’t care much about Taylor’s boutique, she knew that Pegasus International was owned by her husband’s boss.