Adriana Dukic Novels & Stories

" 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

"Scarlett." ******

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Disgust rose sharp and immediate, not because she danced but because he believed she lied. She spun around the pole, body arching effortlessly, landing with controlled grace. Her solo performance made applause ripple across the room. His friend leaned forward slightly, amused. “You’ve seen a ghost?” Adrian’s voice was cool. “I know her.” “Oh?” His friend’s interest sharpened. “She works at the club.” “Oh I remember! She must be the lady I saw you with that serves drinks?” his friend teased. Adrian shot him a look as if to warn him to stop talking nonsense.

Wushi. He would make women obsessed with him and buy them anything they wished for, but never would he give them love nor affection. He considered all women who approached him objects of desire that were bound by materialism. It was impossible and yet they would always try to melt a heart of stone. She recalled her former life when she killed for a living. 'Adolf's shadow' was the name she earned due to how inept and cruel she was to her targets.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.