Adriana Dukic Novels & Stories

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.

she said. Beside her stood a strange woman I didn't recognize. My eyes were fixated on her as I assessed her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with voluptuous breasts and curves that made me wonder if they were real or not. “Adriko darling”. She purred turning towards him. “I’ve been waiting for you”. I stiffened my gaze darting to Adriko. But his expression gave nothing away as he stepped further into the room. “What are you doing here Zlata?” His voice was cold, measured but there was a flicker of annoyance in his tone.

It was a photograph of Adrian. He was in a tuxedo at some kind of event, some gala or dinner, standing beside a woman I didn’t recognize. She had long auburn hair that spilled over one shoulder and a hand delicately placed on his arm as if it belonged there. Adrian wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t pulling away either. The caption under the post was worse: “Adrian DeLuca steps out with a mystery woman at the ANEURIS Charity Dinner last night. The question on everybody’s lips though… Where is his wife?”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

“I never asked for any of this…” “You no longer have decisions of your own here. You belong to the Alpha.” she answered. “Your position has changed. You are no longer being treated as one of the common women.” I looked away from her and she took a step toward me. “Serena, I am trying to help you,” she said, and the words surprised me. I found myself answering before I could stop it. “I know you are,” I said, and the admission felt like a small betrayal. “Then you should allow yourself to understand what is in stake when it comes to who you are, Serena.” She said, looking me in the eye.

Sometimes people thought that Adrija was near to her thirty that added fuel into her anger and she blasted at those aunties who were worries about her marriage. Adrija disliked those people who pointed out on her height, dress style and outer appearance that was why she had limited numbers of friends in her friend list and avoided neighbour aunties. Everyone in her was very tall in height but Adrija, who was 5'4 ft in height, was not satisfied at all. To cover up her insecurities, She liked to do make-up and carrying high heels. Wearing western dresses made her happy. Adrija shook her head and stopped thinking about the past. She resumed her performance.

" Daruis ordered as he lifted her hips and slammed her down his cóck in one swift movement. She shuddered as his length filled her and she held his shoulders for support as she continued to bounce wildit on his cóck. Adrian knelt beside them, kissing her passionately before tugging the strap of her bra until it slid down her shoulder. He pulled the bra away completely, freeing her bréasts. He gripped one firmly and stroked her clít with his free hand. “Fúckk!” She cried out as the sensation tore through her. “Now, moan as loud as you can," Adrian commanded, his lips brushing her ear. “Show us how much you love being our slút.”

Maya nudged her sharply in the ribs. "This is Adrian," Ariana finally managed. She forced a smile that felt tight and artificial, her voice pitching slightly higher than usual. "He’s, um... he’s a Senior Portfolio Architect for a private equity firm. Based in Zurich, mostly. He’s just in town for a few months on a special project."

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.