Adrian Tepes Novels & Stories

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

he shouted, breathless. "Go, Adrian!" Tessa yelled without turning around. Her breathing was ragged, every ounce of her strength focused on holding Nathan back. "Please... just go!" "Tessa..." Adrian started, but she cut him off. "I’ll be fine!" her voice cracked, sounding more like a plea. "For me. Please go!" Adrian froze for a few seconds, doubt written all over his face. But in the end, he stepped to the side, walked quickly to the door, and left without looking back.

Adrian looked down at me again then he looked back at Stephen. “Yeah.” Stephen asked again...“Who is it?” I closed my eyes so tightly I wished I could disappear at that very moment...Please don't look inside...Please just leave...But then I heard Stephen take another step toward the car. And Adrian suddenly said something that made my heart stop... “Theo is—” "Theo's what?" Stephan immediately asked "Uhhh..." Adrian paused, clearly thinking of an excuse to give... Then he continued shortly after... "Theo's being a really good student... his grades has been good..."

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Above them, the sky was a deep, velvet expanse of indigo, unburdened by the heavy light pollution of the central business district. ​Adrian sat on a low concrete ledge, his legs stretched out before him, a steaming mug of black tea resting between his palms. He wore a simple, dark cotton sweater, his sleeves pushed up just far enough to expose the woven black cord on his left wrist and the edges of the dark compass tattoo on his forearm. For twenty-four years, his life had been a meticulously engineered performance. He had calculated every phrase, weighed every relationship on a scale of professional utility, and viewed the world from the sterile heights of his family’s expectations.

Besides, Adrian only got popular in the last year or so. Both Adrian and Elena patiently gave selfies without any issues. One of the people who came for a selfie was Brian Hudson himself. But when he got closer and recognized that it was Adrian, he stopped in his tracks. Brian was a short guy with messy hair and a rough beard. He did not take proper care of his body in recent years, so he also got fat. His belly stood out all the more because he was a short guy. “Adrian Claimer…” Brian did not know how to respond.

I knew by that, Adrian is about to go through training and not just shooting. The younger boy smiled. “Thanks,” “You welcome,” Lucian said. I sighed and mentally slapped myself, again. I should have given him some lecture before we started. “Adrian, don't mind Lucien. He is very awkward at small talk,” I smiled. “You guys are doing great,” mother said. I smiled. “So Adrian tell more about yourself,” I asked, Adrian dropped his fork and smiled. “I am twenty, a goalie. I don't like smoking or drinking, people are mostly scared of me because of my height and my body until they see my face,” he smiled, I can hear the pain in his voice.

Three days later, Adrian had already climbed to fourth place on the leaderboard and was getting ready to enter a new dungeon. The campfire threw light across his face, sharpening his features. His sleeves were rolled up, showing strong forearms. He was explaining combat tricks to Theo, and Theo was eating it up. Monster blood was still smeared across the kid's face. Theo lifted his chin, looking way too proud. "Fourth place is nothing. Dad's hitting top three tomorrow."

Their discipline was visible in every motion, their strength evident in every blow. Compared to them, Serena felt painfully inadequate. Her strikes were slower, her footwork clumsy, and even when she managed to follow the routine, she lacked the sheer force and instinct they displayed so effortlessly. She had trained hard under Alexandro’s guidance, and Kiara often encouraged her with quiet nods or helpful corrections, but today, Serena felt every ounce of her humanness. Her arms ached, her legs burned, and each time she stumbled or fell out of sync, frustration twisted in her chest.

he shook his head again, "In my room-" "Baby, I don't remember any of that." he shook his head. I hit his chest softly to push him back, "Don't tell me you drove me home drunk?" He looked everywhere but at me and his smile ultimately gave him away, but I'm glad he doesn't remember all that. I heard a chirpy female voice behind me, "Hey Jade." I saw the color drain out of Adam's face and when I turned around, I didn't expect to see his ex-girlfriend standing there, all happy, smiling ear to ear.