Adriana Durst Novels & Stories

"Tell me the truth, Spike. Are you using me for your own gain?" Spike hesitated, his gaze flickering away from mine for a moment before returning. This time, I could see that he was hiding something. "yes, in a way, I am using you, but not to hurt you. I care about you, Luna" his voice broke as he spoke. "I've wanted to tell you for a few days now, but I just haven't worked out how" his eyes fell to the ground. I could see and feel that whatever he was about to tell me hurt him. Taking a deep breath, he went on. "I'm cursed; I was cursed over 500 years ago by a witch named Sylva. She was one of your ancestors. After she cursed me, she told me that one day, I would meet a girl with hair as da

I was very panicked and didn’t know if I should go on another round. However, it was not a good way to stay still here all the time. Otherwise, I might well return. Just as I was walking back, I saw Adriana coming out. She was wearing a black dress with a V-neck collar, making her neck even more slender. The front of her dress was very short, above her knees, revealing slender legs. The most eye more eye-catching thing was the datura on her shoulder. Against her temperament, it seemed to reopen and reborn. It carried a mysterious and evil power, and her makeup was like a witch's.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

All four of these women are impossibly gorgeous, and I’m feeling a little self-conscious as I stand across from them with tangly, windblown hair, dressed in borrowed clothes that don’t fit quite right. “Sorry for barging in like this, we’re just so excited you’re here!” the little curly-haired one chirps enthusiastically. She must be able to read the confusion on my face because she quickly goes on to elaborate. “You met our mates this morning. I’m Astrid, and this is Quinn, Brooke, and Fallon,” she says, pointing to each of the other girls as she names them off. “Nice to meet you all,” I breathe, smoothing my hair with a hand and stepping closer. “Are you part of Reid’s pack, or…”

As our lips touch, I flip us over. He looks mildly shocked as I straddle him. "My turn." He watches me with hooded eyes as I pull down his shorts and expose his exceptional length. "Andrea wait," he protests. He jerks as I take him into my mouth, his protests ceasing immediately. He groans as I use my tongue against him, sucking as I move my head up and down. "Fuck," he swears as I hollow my cheeks. I look at him through my lashes. His pupils are completely dilated, his breathing labored.

Adrianna’s heart races as she stares at the television screen, the flickering images of her face juxtaposed against headlines that scream betrayal. The news anchors drone on, their voices dripping with curiosity and judgment. “Adrianna Houston, rumored mistress of billionaire Lance Vallerand, now faces scrutiny as his engagement to Bianca Hart approaches.” Her chest feels tight, a suffocating band constricting her lungs. Wade steps closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of mockery and disdain.

Eros emphasised, and for a moment, the room became silent again. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Adriana sprang up from the bed like she’d been burnt. Her back facing him, her hands gripped her head. When she finally turned, her eyes were blazing. “Are you completely out of your mind, Eros?” she hissed. “You think I’m stupid enough to fall for this? What do you take me for—one of those Australian sluts you used to parade around the house like trophies?” She continued, her voice cracking at the end from rage.

"Yes Lorraine, no we haven't met before. I'm a member of the club. I'm what you called a headhunter for a job available. But I specialized in a different kind of field of expertise. I've heard about your situation. Please don't leave, just listen and think about it. You don't have to answer or even get back to me if you're not interested." I was about to get up, this sounded shadier. I didn't like where this conversation is going. Then she gave me her card, there was no company name, just her name Adriana and her mobile number. There wasn't even a last name. I drank more champagne, and try to stay as still as possible.

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."

“You don’t think it’s weird that we’re literally in the same club?” Adrian ignored me, watching Dante wave a hand toward a dancer approaching the edge of the stage. My phone pinged again. Dante: I sent someone your way. I thought Adrian could use some entertainment. And hope you enjoy the distraction. Distraction? I looked up. A dancer in glittering lingerie moved toward Adrian. Her eyes were locked on him. She stopped right in front of him, smiling like she already owned his soul. “You’re Adrian, right?” she said, smiling.