Adriana Dukic Novels & Stories

Gabriel and Nathan roared with laughter while Adrian shook his head sympathetically. "Man, I wish I'd seen your face!" Nathan howled, slapping his knee. "It's not funny," Dante growled. "Do you know how many people witnessed that? Influential people? Clients?" "Why would she do that?" Rick asked, genuinely curious. Was she that heartless? "Because she's the Duchess," Adrian said simply. "She doesn't need reasons. She does whatever she wants, whenever she wants, to whomever she wants." "It's part of her charm," Gabriel added with a shrug. "The untouchable ice queen."

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

It took her a few moments to realise that only Zaric could be hilariously taunting his opponent right before a fight. For a minute, Adrian was offended by Zaric's words. The glare he shot at Zeus was enough to explain his frustration m or if there was anything that could explain that look in Adrian's eyes. How a dead person could be frustrated. That's what Dabria was thinking. Adrian's confused look suddenly turned into a winning grin again as he caught the sight of the vampire he wanted to destroy first. "So now you are protecting her. She is your mistress. What did she do? Did she sleep with you just like Eve?" Adrian asked Ryan as soon as she spotted Ryan in the crowd. Loud gasps echoed a

He asked himself as he went upstairs to bed. Adriana was standing infront of the mirror looking back at herself,she can't believe this was her looking so beautiful in her wedding dress it sat even more perfect on her than before. Christine had come over early this morning to help with her make-up and she has to say she did a fantastic job,she had chosen a more flattering brown smokey eye to match her eyes and compliment her skin tone,she blended shades of beige, bronze and chocolate across her lids,then she finished the look with dark brown eyeliner,nude lipstick and a swipe of black mascara.

Daciana let out a quiet sob and hugged me tightly from behind. The doctor came back into the room and checked Adriana's vital signs. She looked at me and Daciana before saying "It seems to have worked. Adriana's condition is stable now, and she should make a full recovery.” Donovan's expression changed from one of concern to a mischievous smirk. "I still maintain my stance. She's not one of us. Do something about it Xander. Take her out or I'll do it myself." His voice was low.

she replied Dala wasn't happy, she had always believed that amongst her friends she was always the unlucky one. Kamur cared less about her, he ordered her about just like he did his slaves. He had no respect for her not even as his wife. He will go as far as bedding any woman just to prove a point. There was no doubt he was very different from Fatu. Cara is such a lucky woman.

Sarah hugged her, rubbing her back saying ” It's okay, I am here for you. Adriana had to get prepared for her night shift at work, she works at a bar a bit close to where she stays with her aunty. She is tall, curvy, and has black blonde hair with beautiful gray eyes, having the best set of white teeth and pink lips, she has a goddess face, irresistible to men but she is not ready to date, she has a spec. Little did she know that once she shifts fully into a wolf, her wolf side will be awakened to search for her mate she can only end up loving forever.

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

The silence surrounding his name only deepened the mystery, fueling her resolve to uncover the truth. By her early twenties, Adriana had transformed herself into a woman worthy of the de Luca's name. She excelled in her studies, graduating at the top of her class with a degree in international business. She cultivated a shrewd understanding of finance, learning to follow the hidden trails of money that led back to her father’s enterprises. And most importantly, she forged connections… carefully, deliberately, with people who moved in the same circles as the de Lucas. A diplomat’s son here, a banker with ties to Philadelphia there. Each one was a stepping stone, a piece of the puzzle that wou

Adrian announces, all flair and swagger, “my divine goddess of gluten. Tell me you saved me a cheese danish or I’ll start a revolution out there with the Upper East Side PTA moms.” I laugh.Real, sudden. Like exhaling after holding my breath too long. Adrian always knows how to anchor me. “There’s one left,” I say. “But you will have to duel for it.” “I’d let you win,” he declares. “But only because I love you. Mostly.” Then, finally, Adrian turns to Damien. His tone cools, but only slightly. “Mr. Von Adler,” he says. “Didn’t expect to find you among carbs.” Damien’s jaw shifts. “Nor did I expect to be.”