Adrien Agreste Fanart Novels & Stories

“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.

-A My hand froze. 8%... 9%... "Elena?" Miguel noticed my expression. "What is it?" I showed him the message. Stop. Please. I need to see you. One last time. Don't do anything until we talk. -A Not MB. A. Adrien. For the first time in weeks, he'd signed as Adrien. Miguel looked at the progress bar. 9%... still climbing toward the point of no return. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

“What did he look like? Was he shifted? What did he smell like?” I could sense the pain of anger in his voice anger toward whoever had put me in this condition. “Tall… slender,” I whispered. “Human, I think. But the smell…” I wrinkled my nose at the memory. “Like something dead and rotting. The worst combination I’ve ever smelled.” Adrian’s expression darkened. He rose and moved closer, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead, then lightly checking the pulse at my neck. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

Based on this guy appearance, I figured out that he is Marquess Arello "Greetings marquess Arello"

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.

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.

But the moment I pushed it open, my breath caught in my throat. Adriano was inside, half naked in only sweatpants which hung low on his waist, his chest bare, toned muscles sculpted with sharp definition. Tattoos crawled along his left arm down to his waistline, dark ink winding across golden skin like art . My hand flew to my mouth as I let out a small, startled sound.

The guards opened the gate upon seeing us and bowed down while greeting us, "Welcome back, dear light of Nirvana, goddess of the sun." I was surprised that they didn't notice that it was Ayla whom they were greeting. Ayla felt extremely excited upon hearing the greeting and ran in the direction of the throne hall. "My goddess, welcome home," a minor god suddenly said before our eyes. His name is Adler, a Chimera. His beast form was a mixture of a snake, goat, lion, and eagle beast. He was cast aside when he was young, but my father took him under his wing. He grew up with us in the palace and served as our butler after his coming of age. He's older than us and witnessed our birth—he knew us