Adrian Shephard Novels & Stories

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

Sheriff Black lay at my feet, his body covered in blood. With a heavy heart, I covered my mouth to muffle the scream that threatened to escape as I once again found myself on the cold ground. My hands shook as I crawled toward his lifeless body, desperately trying to wake him with a gentle shake. But as I searched for a pulse, my heart sank with the realization that he was truly gone. His eyes remained open, as though he was caught off guard, yet they stared into nothingness. With tears streaming down my face, I tenderly closed them and clung to his still form, allowing myself to cry softly.

“Oh, be quiet.” He looks at Blake, who is straightening his cuffs, and his expression darkens. “He may look like a wee weasel, but he’s more capable than he seems. He was in the King’s Guard for a time, if you believe his stories. He’s a deadly warrior when he chooses to fight rather than stab people in the back or poison them. It’s hard to believe you could just walk into his chambers and hit him.” “Perhaps that’s how I did it. Because you males have such difficulty in believing women could do such things.”

Not minding the flashes of paparazzi cameras here and there who are all obviously focusing their lenses on her again. God damn it! She's literally not giving a fuck about who and when to fuck! Adrian Thorne is as gay as all the colors in the rainbow for Christ's sake and given how desperate he is to get his arse in the halls of fame, he'd do and use anyone to get there.

The men exclaimed astounded. Fredrick and Alex went back to their seats, suddenly intrigued by Adrian’s journey. “Tell me about it..” Fredrick began. Adrian heaved in a deep breath, and began to explain, “I have an interest in Psychology…” “Oh, he’s good. He really is.” Gary concurred. Adrian smiled modestly, “Thank you Gary.” “Aunt Margaret, there’s a man named O’Neil Jac. Do you know him?” “Most definitely, I’m a huge fan.

Get back in the car, Sheba, he warned, his voice dropping into a low, lethal register that meant business. No, I snapped back, my voice cutting through the patter of the raindrops with absolute clarity. I stepped past damien, closing the distance between us until I was standing right at his shoulder, glaring straight at Adrian. I'm done sitting behind glass while men talk about my life. Adrian recovery was quick, his face twisting back into that cold, mocking smirk. Well, look who finally decided to crawl out of her cage. What is the matter, Sheba? Did you think you could play with the big leagues and—

His expression was relaxed, but his gaze was sharp. He held a glass of whiskey loosely in his hand, his other tucked into his pocket. “Sorry,” I said, quickly straightening. “I didn’t mean to…” “Hide?” he finished, his lips curving. “That’s exactly what I’m doing too.” I studied him carefully. There was something familiar about his face. He offered a hand. “Adrian Blake.” The name hit me like a bell. One of the most respected investors in the country. Ruthless, brilliant, unpredictable.

It is the natural result of having a life that is full of things that are more real and more present than the woman who tried to prevent it. Adrian is in Glasgow. He has been there for eight months, working for a company that has no connection to the Blackwood name, which I understand to be his own deliberate choice. Ethan told me this in September, which is the last time I spoke with Ethan — a brief, easy conversation that carried none of the weight of the earlier ones because there is no weight left to carry. Adrian has continued with his therapist. He has not been in contact with me, in compliance with the order that remains in place, and I am told that he has not sought to challenge it.

Julian’s younger brother was fourteen months younger, which made them close enough in age to be in the same year and far enough apart in temperament to seem like they'd been raised in different galaxies. Where Julian was the golden boy – careful, warm, the kind of person who made you feel seen – Adrian Hale was the storm. Six feet two, broad across the shoulders, with dark hair that looked like he'd never once considered brushing it. His jaw had a scar on the left side, thin and white, old enough that it had become part of him. His eyes were the same unusual shade of grey-green as Julian's, but they sat differently in his face, lit from somewhere restless and dangerous. He played quarterback

He was also impressed by how sharp the boy was for his age. When Caelum finally paused for breath, Shawn realized something that settled quietly in his chest, no one had ever called him Grandpa before. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to how much he liked it. Later that afternoon, Aria found Adrian on the terrace, tablet in hand and reports spread around him. She watched him for a moment. “What are you doing?” “Working,” Adrian said. “On what? It’s the weekend.” Adrian glanced down at the tablet and frowned, as if he had only just noticed it.