Adrian Tepes Novels & Stories

“Perfect gentleman.” “Don’t spread that rumor,” he said. “I have a reputation.” The waiter arrived, handed us menus, and rattled off the specials. Adrian didn’t even look at his—he pointed at the steak and fries option. I ordered the same, and once the waiter left, Adrian leaned his elbows on the table. “So. Tell me something that isn’t muscle rehab or class-related. Something fun.” “Fun?” I arched a brow. “Like what? My life is quizzes, grading, and making sure athletes don’t tear the same hamstring twice.”

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’s voice was deadly. Matteo swallowed, eyes darting to the storm outside, then back to Adrian. “Maybe… you like it. Maybe you like me here. Maybe you want me just as much as you want her.” Selena’s stomach dropped. Elias’s laugh echoed like thunder. And Adrian—Adrian Cole, billionaire, untouchable, feared—looked like a man who had just been stripped naked in his own cage. Then Elias slipped out of Selena’s mouth fast. Selena used her hands to hold her mouth, cleaning if the spit and adjusting the sides of her mouth. Elias’s cock was huge as hell and sucking him for so long was definitely going to cause some mouth ache.

“Father, leave that to me. Adrian won’t dare cross us, not when he knows how much we can offer Giga Tech. Tonight is our night.” Adrian entered the room moments later, his commanding presence drawing immediate attention. Unlike Benson, he didn’t boast or grandstand. His quiet confidence was enough to make heads turn. Dressed in a sleek black suit with a subtle silver tie, he exuded power and control. As he approached Benson’s group, Benson couldn’t resist a jab. “Ah, Adrian,” he said with a smirk. “I must say, this event is impressive, for someone trying to punch above their weight.”

“Excuse me?” “Actually, sorry. Let me correct that.” Elijah’s smile widened. “Your Replacement. Because honestly, I don’t think there’s much competition here.” Kira almost laughed. Almost. Adrian’s hands clenched into fists. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.” “Adrian Westbrook. CEO of Westbrook Industries. I know exactly who you are.” Elijah’s tone didn’t change. Still polite. Still calm. “And I know exactly how you treated Kira for nine years. So no, I’m not impressed.”

There was a short pause before the demon decided to speak. "I'm quite confused. The Adrian we met in the cafe, your ex fling, and the vampire Adrian that was your husband... They aren't the same person?" "Yes. Adrian Vladimir Tepes, my husband, died 200 years ago. I killed him. Adrian the pest Dracyul is my still alive ex. They're two different people." "Vampire Adrian... Did you... Have sex?" Aleister asked, making the maiden chuckle.

Tommy said and Kristen felt like punching in him the face for making it more difficult for Adrian. “Adrian painted it. He likes to paint some times and his initials are A.T, Adrian Tremont,” Kristen said as nonchalantly as her voice would allow her and then in the very next moment asked, “Does anyone want some cake?” Bea rose up her hand and rushed to her side. Everyone else didn’t really have a choice but to leave the issue.

“I am willing to do anything to bring down Allen and Joan and get my son back.” Adam stepped forward collecting the booklet. “Now that you have signed it, it is time to give you a new identity, Allen has his men searching all over for you, he should give him an endless search…let's give you a new face and a new name.” Micheal nodded in agreement. “I'm in.” “Good,” I smiled, handing him and Adam a glass of wine. “Cheers to revenge.” “To revenge,” they said in unison as we clicked our glasses together.

Unnegotiable… Adrian alone.

I don't like hearing about Adrian, especially not in connection to Sophia. As the MTV ended, a news segment started discussing Adrian. My ears perked up as the anchor's voice filled the room, “Breaking news in the entertainment world today! Adrian, the rising star known for his soulful songs and beautiful compositions, has taken a new turn in the spotlight. It turns out, he's not just any musician—Adrian is the only child of billionaire and business tycoon Jordan Roosevelt, owner of Crown Enterprises.”