Adrien Agreste Novels & Stories

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.

He growls, "Andrea belongs here with me." "Why? Because you two are mates?" Christophe laughs, despite the warning snarls from every boy at the table. He doesn't seem to notice, he stands and walks away from the table. He goes to the cabinet in the corner of the dining room and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. "You do realise she's human. Not some werewolf girl who can turn and be with you and run into the night?" He laughs, taking a swing of the bottle. "Enough Christophe," I say, tugging Will's arm. Christophe's sparkling eyes look into mine. He must've guessed about Will and me.

At his side was Aria, quiet strength in her posture, eyes sharp with understanding the moment they landed on Lia. Lia stiffened. “You invited… guests?” “I invited perspective,” I said. Dominic’s gaze flicked between us, then he smirked. “You look exactly like I expected. And you, Marcel are wrong about my wife not being feral. She just hides it well in front of guests.” Aria glared at Dominic who smirked as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Lia blinked. “Excuse me? What the hell is going on here?”

"Yes, you're right. I was also the one who chased you. I had no ill intentions towards you at all. I just wanted to see who you were because you look like Darren, my husband." "Your husband? The man who looks like me is your husband?" "He's the leader of Pack Kyne," Diana said proudly. Damien was even more shocked because he thought Adam was still the leader of this territory. Fortunately, Alpha Darren could read Damien's mind, so he immediately rectified the wrong thought. "Decades have passed, Adam has handed over his throne to me. I knew you were the rightful candidate for the throne because you were older than me. So when I knew you were still alive, I wanted to find you. I was willing t

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

CHAPTER 14 •MATTEO’S POV• Anthony and I get on the private jet taking us to Milan. My mind races back to the information Marcel just put me on and I’m livid. How did I not think of the document in the first place? Right now we’re heading to Milan to meet with our investors to talk to them and keep them calm and rest assured that this action that Alfredo has taken won’t bring any harm to us. He doesn’t have any reason whatsoever to come in between this land acquisition deal as it won’t bring him any sort of profit. In any case, he’s just being petty and trying to keep me on my toes which I won’t allow. He also wants to bring a strain between me and my investors which won’t be happening not un

“Just your friend? Alex, this is Adrian Cagliari! If half the stories about him are true, then today just became historic for this club.” “Let’s not exaggerate,” Adrian replied coolly, finally stepping forward. Alexander gestured. “Adrian, meet the leaders of this fine establishment. Luke Millicent, president. And Thomas Watson, vice president.” Luke offered his hand with forced politeness. “Mr. Cagliari. An honour. I hope this means you’re finally reconsidering our partnership proposal.” Adrian shook his hand firmly but without warmth. “We’ll see.” His gaze moved to Tommy. The handshake was slower this time, Adrian’s expression unreadable. “Pleasure.”

Using credentials Adriana foolishly kept on a hidden drive in her secondary estate, they accessed her offshore portfolios. Hundreds of millions. Old debts. Personal contracts. Emergency codes. Cristiano had always played the charming son of Giorgio, feigning distance. But now he claimed Adriana’s fortune without a word to Julian or Dell. Ciro, once forgotten, returned to relevance overnight. In a small villa outside Split, the two men toasted. “To opportunity,” Cristiano murmured. “To dead visionaries,” Ciro replied. Back in Romania, Gabe Vale met Julian at a closed greenhouse in the hills.

“Come on, Roman. You were looking at the man who called himself Adrian as if you would harm him instantly if you got the chance. I deserve to know who he is as your personal assistant. Your enemies are my enemies now.” Her last statement was what I would've said. I owed her the truth. If not for anything, for the fact that she hadn't taken Adrian's hand in a handshake even without me telling her not to. “That's Adrian Giovanni, the leader of the Giovanni family and my direct rival on the streets of Cleveland.”