Adrien Agreste 소설 & 이야기

Grey started explaining, Joan might be mad that he didn’t let her in on this information earlier but so far she seemed calm to hear “And it would wipe out everyone in black hills if not careful, so now what Bernard wants from me is to find the first successful werewolf we created because he is the key to creating this killer” he added “And let me guess, you know where he is” Joan arched a brow “Yeah, he happened to be a friend of Harley’s, Roman. And his dad was the hunter that brought Colton in, also him and his family” ‘’Wait I don’t understand, his dad is a werewolf hunter?” Joan tried to get the information right, Grey nodded in affirmation

Old age was evident on him. We entered the church, and all eyes turned to me. The bride. The soon-to-be wife of Don Adri, the son of Dante one of the most dangerous men in the Italian Mafia, so feared not even the police liked to interfere. So popular, he had loyal men in and out of Italy and, after his death, all that was his became Adriano's.

Before she could say anything back to him, someone interrupts them by literally barreling towards she and Adryan stood, she lost her balance and was about to kiss the ground when a pair of arms snake around her waist. "Adryan, you're back, oh, thank God, I was bored to death doing nothing" a female voice says, her arms circling around her neck, hugging him tightly. Adryan had to remove his arms from around Jade's waist, because the woman hugging him and him holding onto Jade put him into an awkward position. "Adeena" he pulls her back from the hug, "I was only gone for a day, two at the most." he replies. Adeena was a woman with a beautiful olive skin tone, with her dark brown hair cascading

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

“What are you doing here?” “I am on vacation with my brother, I doubt that it would be the same case for you. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, and Alessandro raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Alpha Ned? On vacation when he was beside Alaric a few weeks back? I doubt that you really do expect me to believe that, Rheniera.” He said, and the woman’s eyes met mine for a second. Alessandro turned to face me, and slowly extended his hand. I knew that he didn’t want me to proceed with the argument, no matter how tempted I was, in front of the woman. “My mate, Valerie Morozov.”

"You are not looking so bad yourself." She laughed and stepped aside for me to hug Adam. "It is good to see you again, Avery, " he said. "I'm glad you are doing okay." "Thank you, Adam," I smiled. "Meet my, uh..." I did not know how to address Adriano. "I am her companion and patron to the event," he said smoothly, extending his hand. "Mr Adriano Mancini," they exchanged a firm handshake. "I don't think i have had the pleasure to meet you in person. I am Adam Levrone."

Hearing this, Alfred sat up straight, disbelief written all over his face. "Who did you say?" "Francesco Este of Paradigm Group," Adriana repeated calmly. "Of course I'm free! Absolutely free!" Alfred leapt to his feet, pacing frantically in his office. "My perfect goddaughter, make sure everything is perfectly arranged—book the best restaurant, and don't even think about saving money for me!"

Marco Agosti and she said her name is Elaine Agosti. Yesterday, when I wanted her information, I got nothing but learned that she came into their life four years ago. If I'm not wrong, it was immediately after giving birth to Della. By Addison, her entire information seemed to be covered by a powerful figure and if I'm not wrong, Marco Agosti is the heir of Alberto Agosti, one of the most potent personalities in Italy. I see... "I've talked to Dr. Stephano already, he said you're good to go home." Marco's words broke my thoughts and Catherine agreed immediately. She got off the bed with his help.

Her ideas for their next project were hanging somewhere in her brain because she was lost in the problem relating to the company's CEO. Philip shook hands with one of his clients with a smile. His client's name was Mr. Ayomide, a Nigerian who loved artworks. He was glad to meet Philip after hearing a lot about his talent for a long time. "I wouldn't want to waste your time sir, please sit." Philip said.

He stops next to her parents and places his hands on their shoulders. “Argento Sixth,” he says, referring to the name of their brand. “Care to explain this?” As Sage says those words, he throws what seems to be a slimline voice recorder in between them, and what we hear next has me bristling with anger. //“Hmmm, that’s all good and well, but what will you do once he discovers Cherie didn’t win any of her fights without your help? She’ll probably die in her first legal fight.”//