Adrien Agreste Fanart Novels & Stories

Adrian traced the intricate serpent tattoo on Luca’s chest with gentle fingertips, following its coils as if it were a map of their journey. “The gallery in Rome is thriving,” Adrian said softly, his voice warm with quiet pride. “We received three new commissions this week alone. The critics are finally seeing your vision the way you support emerging artists without demanding anything in return. And you… you look happy. Truly happy. It suits you.”

“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 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???” “You now even have ship names—Rilor, Tayleros—it doesn’t even make sense?!” Adrian took a deep breath, saying, “Whereas, Riley and I have built a ship name that has been known not just across the country but even in Europe and Asia—ADLEY!” “ADLEY & CO.!” He repeated. “It’s bigger than any Rilor or Tayleros!” Adrian lifted a finger, adding, “How dare your fans compare you to me?!”

"We just want to ask some questions regards to Adrian, is he a member of some kind of cult? Do you have any ideas?" She looked at me in shock as she shakes her head. "No ma'am I believed Adrian can't be a member of something especially when it comes to religious beliefs. He is an Agnostic" I gave her the picture of Adrian's corpse showing the tattoo. "How long did he have this tattoo?" I asked. "He never had that tattoo. in fact, he doesn't have a tattoo, not even one!" She exclaimed Both Nick and I were dumbfounded. If he doesn't have a tattoo why is the symbol is on his body? Questions rapidly filling up my sense.

He is waiting for me to slip up. “Do you like this body? More importantly, do you like Ren?” Chase questions, a smile on his face so teasing, I consider how to answer. I hate how his answers make me want to blush. It’s not fair. “I like Ren, he’s a good man,” I tell him confidently. That I mean. I think if he didn’t have Chase’s influence, he would be a great Alpha. “Come on Brielle, you know that’s not what I mean.”

"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">

She exclaimed. " Yeah." Adrien muttered happily. " This is lovely, where did you get these images from?" She gasped. He drew a celestial being running with wolves. Adrien shrugged, " I just drew them." "You have such an active imagination, I like it so much." She replied. " I have another image to show you." He produced a sketch of Jen's face, it was unfinished but she could see the highlights. He made such a tremendous progress in almost a week.an " This is wonderful, thank you." Tears pooled in Jen's eyes.