Adriana Lima Face Novels & Stories

His phone buzzed. It was Adrian. Aleira met with someone at Lim Industries today. Henry Lim himself. Brent’s brows furrowed. Why was she meeting with the Lims? And why hadn’t she told him? — Aleira’s POV (The Next Morning) The next morning, I stared at my reflection longer than usual. My eyes looked older. My face thinner. There was a fire building behind my ribs—a sense that something big was coming. I didn’t know exactly what it was yet, but one thing was clear:

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.

The cleaner’s eyes widened at the child, then flicked back to the photos the battered, broken face labeled Before and the carefully reconstructed one labeled After. She stammered, her grip tightening on the folder. “This… this doesn’t make sense. Are you… are you living under another name?” Amelia forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I think there’s been a mistake. That file isn’t mine.” The cleaner shook her head furiously. “No… no, I saw it. The dates, the surgeries it’s you. You are Adrianna Rodriguez.” Leo frowned, holding his elephant toy tighter. “Mama, who’s Adrianna? Is she Annabella’s friend?”

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

It will be hard but not impossible. While I’m debating being a decent human being. Adriana frees herself from me and I expect her to fully move back when she lifts her body up. Her breasts bounce in my face, taking part of my attention as I watch her milky skin glide against me. “W-what are you doing?” I didn’t know when I stuttered. Adriana, who is almost by my foot now looks up at me through full lashes. Her eyes resemble the night sky.

I said with an embarrassed smile. “Nice to see you Carmen.” Adriana said with an easy smile on her face. “Same here Adriana.” She replied. “Congratulations on your status as the Luna of this pack.” She added. “Thank you.” Adriana replied. “How have you been enjoying the festivities so far?” She asked. “Pretty decent.” Carmen replied with a slight nod of her head. “Doesn't look too bad.” “Doesn't look too bad?” I asked with a frown. “That's all you have to say?” I asked.

I say lowering myself back down to the ground with a heavy groan. “Fine, tell me what you are?” “I’m The Ultima.” I sigh. “Ok, and what does that mean in English?” “You mean, am I human?” I say. Her tough facade falters for a moment as she looks me over, trying to see if I could be something other than what I am, or what she can see. “Um…” “I am a werewolf, Adriana,” I state simply. She watches me for a minute, waiting for me to crack or laugh.

"Adam is coming with us, so it will be the five of us tonight." "Wait 'til you see the pianist," Tyler started. "She's a babe. Um. Yeah. I mean, she is a very talented musician. What am I saying? She is hot! Her name is Adriana, and she is tall and slim with an arse that begs to be smacked. I might have to stay in the city tonight to ensure she gets home safely. Just sayin'." "So you've said," I intoned. "Multiple times, even."

“Is she Yntreia, the future Queen of the pixies?” The princess was already awake. Caeruleus carried her closer to the Queen. “I am glad to finally meet the new Queen.” “And I to you. If you need my help or advice, please don’t hesitate.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” The Queen turned to the merman, “And you are?” “My name’s Caeruleus, my Queen. I’m from Atlantis.” He smiled. “Yes. I reckon the eyes and smile familiar, the salient feature of the merclan.”

She solemnly replied, coming in terms with her broken soul, "But I have his pictures." She got up and went inside, appearing a few minutes later with Polaroids. She handed them over to Ema with teary eyes. Ema collected them and browsed through them, Duena noticed tear drops Cascade down her pretty round face. "I'm Adriana, Aren't I?" Ema tried to mouth, despite the lump she felt in her throat. She took a photo of Adrian and fluttered it around. "And I killed him." Ema dropped the photos and watched them sway unto the floor.