Adrien Agreste Fanart Novels & Stories

Alpha Draven didn't look at him and Beta Vigo rolled his eyes at the indirect insult. “Well, we all know Agnella is a half-wolf which is her father’s genes. Therefore Agnella must take half of her mother’s genes too to make her half of what creature her mother is. It's very obvious Araceli is not human.” Beta Vigo pouted feeling proud of himself.

She explains, looking at Ed adoringly. The door down the hall clicks open and a bare chested Adrian, carrying his t-shirt in his hand comes walking towards us, his entire stomach is covered in cling wrap, to protect the new tattoo he just had done and as he gets closer the design becomes clear, a stunning purple winged bird, in flight spread out on the right side of his stomach. "Wow," I exclaim, running up to Adrian to get a closer look at the design. The details are incredible; it looks so realistic. "That's amazing. What type of bird is it?"

“Being adored? Ryan elbowed him. “Being out like this. With someone. It feels… “Good?” Adrien offered. “Yeah. Scary good.” They wandered through the stalls. Ryan was easily drawn to a booth of watercolors soft, dreamlike paintings of faceless lovers in pastel colors. Adrien bought one without asking. “For your room,” he said. “That’s too much.” Adrien leaned down to whisper, “I literally bought you breakfast with my mouth last night, I think I can buy you a painting. Ryan choked on air. “You’re the worst.

“Can’t you just go upstairs in your room and don’t fucking mind my business here? You were gone. You shouldn’t come back at all.” Drake stood up and raised his brows at her with a sharp stare. “I come back here because it was my house.” “Or you came back because you are afraid that I will be gone forever?” she smirked when she saw his facial reaction. “Admit it, Drake. You are afraid that your breeder will be gone without your heir,” he added savagely. Drake balled his fists, his jaw clenched. “I’m not afraid, unwanted stray. I can have any breeder I want in my bed to carry my heir. You are available, so why can’t I take it as an advantage?” he fired back.

Adrienne said, feigning a smile. “Oh, lady. I am interesting—I’m just not interested in you.” “Oh, thank God! I’m saved!” Adrienne said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Nine p.m., Rendezvous. Here’s my business card,” he said and he handed her a card. It was black with silver letters on them. Adrienne read it. Justin J. Making all other men less attractive since 1989. Email: justinsex10xaday@g***l.com.

Alpha Adrian POV It has been almost three days since I left my territory to hunt for her. Three days of crossing pack borders under the cover of night, following the faintest traces of her scent and the unreliable words of strangers. I have been tracking the people who claimed to have seen her last. One lead led to another, each more desperate and greedy than the last, until I found myself in a filthy drinking den on the outskirts of Karazine territory. The air reeked of sour ale, unwashed bodies, and cheap tobacco. Smoke clung to the low ceiling.

He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me tighter to himself, and kissed me hungrily just like I did earlier. His tongue sought mine, and in no time our tongues danced to a soundless music. He grabbed my face, angled it the way he wanted, and kissed me. This time there was nothing sweet about the kiss; my mind went blank as his hand moved slowly down my back and then stopped on my ass. “You’re killing me, baby,” he moaned into my mouth as he kissed me. I grinned against his lips. I like seeing this side of Adriano.

Adrian’s nostrils flared like a raging bull, and his eyeballs looked one blink away from launching across the room like stress-propelled ping-pong balls. Some fans connected the dots and discovered that Riley was married to Adrian. The latter read aloud: “Adrian King is handsome, but Taylor West is DELICIOUS. Riley upgraded.” “DELICIOUS?! I AM NOT A LEFTOVER LASAGNA!” Adrian reacted. “I’M THE MAIN COURSE, BETTER THAN ANY RIB-EYE STEAK!” Adrian pointed to Taylor, his hand shaking, “YOUR FANS EVEN MADE A FAN EDIT WITH YOU AND MY WIFE. WITH BACKGROUND MUSIC. ‘CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE’? REALLY???”

It didn't help that he was so panty-dropping gorgeous either. Adrastus was a tall man, looking to April like he may be in his mid-thirties, beautifully tanned skin housed his impressive physique, and the blue short-sleeved button-up he was wearing emphasized well-honed, corded muscle, covered in dark tattoo's. As April's gaze wandered further up she noticed his neck had a tattoo that appeared to be glowing. Written in Greek scripture were the words "If I must be owned, at least chain me to someone who will let me fly free."

A soft grunt escaped him. I stepped back just enough to get a proper look. And there he was. Adrien. The infamous brat. He didn't look scared. Not even close. In fact, he stared at me with clear turquoise eyes, wide open and unguarded. He was prettier than his photos suggested. The camera hadn't captured the fullness of his lips, the way his hair — a messy dark bun — framed his sharp jawline, or how ridiculously flawless his skin looked under the dim lighting.