Adriana Durst Novels & Stories

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

He was tall, blonde, looking at her with nothing but lust while staggering behind her like a lost puppy. I had never seen him here before, so he wouldn't know who any of us were or what we do. Bastard. Since when did Adriana dance? She had changed from her normal uniform into a mini sequin dress with high matching pumps. Her dress was quickly riding up with each step she took. If she didn't pull it down, it would expose her backside and middle. My jaw clenched with that realization. This girl was really testing my patience. Maybe it was why I was obsessed with her. She was the only person in this Godforsaken city, my city, that didn't give a fuck about what I had to say

"Don't believe him. It takes a village to hide this much laundered money." "And Darcy—Adriana," Santiago corrected. "A family friend. Though since she stopped walking runways, I think she mostly spends her time collecting secrets." "I do plenty," Adriana snapped. "Including keeping this event from turning into a shootout. Hello, Lanka." "Pleasure," Lanka managed. Adriana’s eyes narrowed. She leaned in, her voice a silk thread. "You look different. Did you get work done? Or did the wedding night take the life out of you?"

He lingered there for a long time before moving to the other. Magdalena groaned softly under his touch, her entire being aching for the moment his heat would slide inside her. Suddenly, something pressed against her clitoris, something smooth, metallic, and unnaturally cold. A few deliberate strokes were all it took for an intense orgasm to break over her.

He was mad; he could see his stray trembling, trying to calm him down. The people inside the dining hall were whispering about her. “Is she your wife, Alpha?” The guy in a black coat asked Drake. His forehead creased. “No, she’s just a stray. . .” he answered coldly. “. . . don’t give interest on her, she’s nothing but trash who happened to sell her soul to me,” he added, annoyed. Emily held Drake’s arm, getting his attention. “Alpha,” she called. Drake looked at her. “What stray?”

She knew all the history. I had planned to go there Thursday evening, to her and Cristian's little house a few miles away, only to found out that she's been gone in Greece for over a week, helping the packs there figure out some things. Aura was very intrigued by her, just from what other people had told us we both were. She has to be extremely important to our world hidden from the humans.

one recruit whispered. "On what?" "How long before the girl quits" Another laughed. "I gave her three minutes" "Too generous" "I say one" Adriana walked into the arena with her ribs tightly wrapped beneath a black training shirt. Every step hurts. Every breath stabbed. But she refused to show it. From the balcony overlooking the grounds... Lorenzo watched. Expressionless. Beside him stood Herod. "Boss" "This won't end well." Lorenzo remained silent. Herod continued.

“I like smart women. Since you know Darren’s name, it shouldn’t be hard to guess where we’re from.” Adriana’s soft facial features tensed, her jaw tightening slightly. Her gaze was steady, her gentle frown carrying equal parts sarcasm and courage. “Last I checked, Darren was under investigation. His movements are restricted, and the prosecutor’s office is preparing to indict him formally. Under our legal system, he’ll be detained for up to fifteen days at most—and if things move fast, he could be charged within two. Your ‘big brother’ is headed to prison, and you still dare to flaunt his name? That takes guts.”

"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.