Adrien Agreste Fanart Novels & Stories

“It doesn’t work that way, Adrian. You already know so much about me—my past, my weaknesses, my life. The least you can do is offer some kind of information back.” His mouth curved into a faint smirk, and he leaned in, bridging the gap between us. “Fine,” he said softly, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m Adrian. I have enough power and resources to get you everything you want—freedom from Callum, security, protection.” His eyes darkened, a flash of heat in his gaze. “But that comes at a price.”

She smiled and said, “Ah, there is such a young man among my fans. You are quite handsome.” I burst out laughing, “Yes. Then, are you interested in him?” She nodded. “I am quite interested.” “His name is Rene, a domestic martial arts star. He also has many fans. Are you surprised to know that he has many fans? Are you surprised?” I asked her. She said in a surprise, “Oh my god, I am lucky to have him as my fan.” “How many years have you been a fan of mine?” Adriana seriously asked Rene, and after asking, she even took the card in his hand and signed it for him.

“Let’s go, we have an Alpha to make a bargain with. And hopefully, a grandfather beta, who I think would be more than a little happy to know that his granddaughter will no longer be an omega in the fucker’s pack…” ********************************** “I must admit, Diego, I am surprised that you chose to come here yourself.” Alpha Vieri Sforza said, looking me in the eye. He sat at his desk as he invited both Giovanni and I for a glass of wine. One which I doubted was a good idea to take considering that he was still an enemy. “Take a sip of your wine, I am no woman that uses poison to kill my enemies. If I wanted you dead, trust me, both of you are not walking out of this office alive.”

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???”

Not someone who stalks girls through the night… The letter wrote: Ambrose, I thank you for your wonderful work, and this is in no way condescending your decisions. However, I would like to request one of your workers, by the name of Brielle, to be given a job of higher value. I believe she has earnt it. You may decide what you deem fit, or speak to your other superiors. I would deeply appreciate it. Ren.

"You should stop staring at me like that" Adryan says, his ocean blue eyes still glued onto the laptop he had been working on, a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His words startling Adeena. Adeena was in Adryan's office, she was sitting on a love seat which faced towards where Adryan sat on his chair working on his laptop on God knows what for the past few hours. He hadn't said anything beside greet her when she came in, his ignorance annoyed her, but she kept quiet, pretending to read a book for the past half an hour while staring at him work. Adryan was an extremely good-looking, with him growing a scruff over the span of a week, and the glasses only contributed more to h

God help me. My gaze dropped again before I could stop it. Right to the tattoo stretched across Adrian’s chest. It was a Roman lion. Up close, it looked even more detailed. Dark ink curved sharply against bronzed skin, disappearing slightly beneath his shoulder and wrapping across hard muscle in a way that honestly felt unfairly attractive. My fingers moved before my brain approved the decision. I touched it lightly. Adrian went very still beneath my hand. “This,” I murmured softly, tracing the edge carefully with my fingertip, “looks expensive.”

I picked up my phone, pretending to check messages, and quickly texted Kieran: “Come get me. Someone is trying to socialize with me.” Adrian stood up and buttoned his jacket. “If you change your mind,” he said softly, “call me. I’m usually outside, near the garden. It’s more peaceful there. And I have…” He paused, smirking a little. “…a better offer than this boring party.” My eyes narrowed slightly. A better offer? Yeah. Definitely flirting. And right now, I hated men. All of them. “I'm fine,” I insisted. He laughed. “What if I tell you that I have a piece painted by Aurelia Mendez. Her last work she worked on before she died of cancer.”

Were you just talking to Julian fucking Harcourt? _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yeah. He wants me to do a tattoo for him." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Are you serious? Adrian, do you have any idea who he is? He's one of the most successful artists in the city. His work sells for insane amounts. This could be huge for you." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "He's also clearly intense and probably difficult to work with." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I turned around and made a big mistake by looking up at him, I repeat big mistake. I swear Adriano had to be on the list of Greek gods, his chest and biceps were well to sculpted don't even get me started on his eight pack, he had an eight pack for Pete's sake and his skin was perfectly tanned even though he was a tad bit dark because of the Latin genes he inherited from his mum. My eyes went lower finding his tattooed torso and V that was visible since his sweatpants hang dangerously low around his waist. Damn I could only imagine my legs wrapped around his torso while his strong arms gripped my ass. Fuck