Adriana Dukic Novels & Stories

I can even feel Danika’s bewilderment. The woman finally releases me and takes a step back, looking me up and down. “You’re even more frighteningly beautiful in person,” she says quietly. “What?” I question sharply. Has she seen me before? Who is she? “My name is Adelaide. Adrian asked me to help you.” She says briskly. I calm down enough to take her in properly; she looks to be in her mid-forties, with burgundy hair that looks perfectly wind swept, her nose and cheekbones are dotted with freckles, and her eyes are black as the void.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

Even seeing the angry eyes on my sister doesn’t make my cock calm down. Almost a year without me being with anyone. Even if Adriana was truly gone, I know very well I couldn’t look at another woman and find her attractive. Adriana has ruined me for everyone. How could she ever think I didn’t want her? I’m obsessed with her. “I found that in the library.” Daciana huffs, like she just did some hard labor. She was a Lycan but she acted like a delicate damsel most of the time. No one should fall for it though. I’ve seen men that underestimate die at the end of her dagger before they even realized.

She smiled, holding my hands in hers. “We’ll enlighten you ladies on some great positions to get your spouse skipping his business meeting” The voice of Adriana was loud enough to snap my focus back. And then the chuckles followed at her utterance, the ladies around finding amusement in each word that poured out her lips. “Missionary” Her cane connected on the screen with a smack, the eyes of the lady shifting through the ones before her. “This one here is great, but from time to time you would need to spice things up”

Two weeks. Drake Foundation had given her two weeks to uproot her life and move to London, paperwork expedited and housing arranged like someone had greased the wheels to get her there fast. Connor's research sat heavy in my mind, forty-seven students who'd ended up working for Drake Industries, and now Adriana was about to become number forty-eight. "You're quiet again," she said as we climbed the stairs. "Just thinking about logistics." The lie came easily. "Two weeks isn't much time."

" I blinked my eyes in shock. 'What's happening? When did my sweetheart turn to this? Is it healthy that I love this side more than her gentle self? Damn!' Adriana's eyes softened, "Am I talking crazy? You must be disappointed right now." I pulled her into my embrace, "This is exactly how I want you to be: feisty and a little bit cold to women who want me. I love this! Mind you, I can never be disappointed in you. "Moreover, if any guy tries shit with you, I will cut off his dick and that's what I'll take to the museum as a warning to others." She laughed and pulled away from the hug to cup my cheeks, "Now, who's the badass? You!"

A frown line on her forehead. "Where are you headed to? It's past 9pm." She asked. " Out," Adriana answered quickly, avoiding Piper's gaze. Piper was Adriana's older sister. Piper has always been a good daughter. Went to Smith College and currently working for one of the largest law firms in NYC. She was the perfect daughter. She was uptight, way too uptight for Adriana's liking. She has always been one to steal attention, with her hazel eyes and strawberry blonde hair, which was how she bagged such a loving and handsome husband, Derek. Note the sarcasm. He's probably cheating on Piper.

Adriana mumbled with a smile. “Don’t mention, I’m feeling sad about it,” Dora twitched “Oh my! Don’t please, you’ve done enough,” Adrianna encouraged as she looked at the watch. “I really need to go now, bye!” With that she dashed out ~~~~~~~ (MFR Group & Company)

She glanced up from her seat on the terrace just in time to see the woman sweep into view—flawless, fire-lipped, and wrapped in a silk dress the color of fresh blood. Adriana Moretti. Of course. She looked exactly how Seraphina imagined Lucien’s former lover would: devastating, imperious, and gliding like she owned every breath in the room. “Oh,” Adriana said, tilting her head. “You’re real.” Seraphina blinked once. “I’ve heard the same about you. Though most myths are older.” Adriana’s laugh was soft and cruel. “I like her,” she said to no one in particular. “She’s already got claws.”

She nodded and sadly walked to her room. As I approached Dane, I raised my hand to touch his face and declared, “I don’t understand this ‘mate’ thing that everyone keeps talking about, but I cannot be yours. Please release me. Forget about me. Kendra is an exceptional person or wolf, whichever you consider yourselves. She would be the ideal mate or lover. I assure you; I am not what you want, and I must remain here for Kara. I beg you, free me.” As the words left my mouth, my heart pounded with fear, and my insides felt like they were being crushed. I even felt as though my heart had torn in two. It was challenging to breathe, and my lungs felt tight, but I couldn’t explain the emotions I wa