Adriana Durst Novels & Stories

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Nathan screeched, saliva almost dropping out of his mouth. Adriana had never seen him like this. It was even more than she anticipated. She wanted to break him and she was succeeding. "Yes Mr. Nathan, I'll tell just who I am!" By this time, Miranda and the maid were already within close proximity. "I am Adriana Romero COO of Transcorp and your biggest nightmare." "What!", Miranda blurted, a cracker in her mouth scattering to the floor. "Well, I have nothing to say to you then Get out!"

She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

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And even without trying, she looked seductive to want to make her mine. “You are not useless,”I said with a straight face. She stared at me, warmth flickering in her eyes. Her fingers twitched as she pressed her lips together and blinked down on her feet. “Now go! Go change your clothes,” I cleared my throat, brushing past her as she looked down on the flour covering her apron. “I will,” she muttered. Breakfast came a little later than usual, but after I had taken breakfast, I left for work. My drive to my company was smooth. Soon, I got to my head quarters, Krull enterprises, it towered over the city skyline, almost hard to miss even if you weren't looking into details.

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."

The information. "Give me the information," I said as I slid into the seat opposite to him. Cole opened the envelope, brought out photos and documents and placed them on the table across the battered wooden surface. "Adrian Martinez. She's currently a live-in nanny for one Darcy Rodrigo, the billionaire CEO of Rodrigo Industries. She's been on the job for about four months now." I picked up a photograph, a spy image of Adrian laughing with a little girl. Seeing her happy, living a life I thought she didn't deserve, filled me with an uneasy feeling.

"Scarlett." ******