Adrien Model Novels & Stories

Adrien moved through the crowd like he owned not just only his penthouse, but everything inch and square of Manhattan beneath it. The tuxedo he wore fits him like it had been stitched onto his and he looked like one of those models from magazines. He skimmed his eyes over the crowd, his gaze was sharp enough to pierce the mask most people wore and to make people flinch or lean it, depending if they wanted his favour or feared it. “Adrien, you are such a genius yunno” a hedge fund relic said, his tie was rough and he was probably drunk, with an overpriced wine. “This deal is untouchable. You're untouchable Adrien.

She patted my cheek and went back into the house. Ten minutes after Mom left the house, Adrien arrived and was ushered in by the housekeeper to the living room. Dressed in a navy blue suit, gray tie, and white shirt, he exuded charm with black leather shoes. His tousled hair and a five o'clock beard added a touch of danger to his look.

Adelia didn’t bother listening to their conversation as she wasn’t interested. “So what’s the deal between you and her?” she asked Adrian after they had gotten into his car. “She is one of the celebrities which the company uses to promote itself,” Adrian answered as he drove out of the parking lot. Adelia rolled her eyes at his answer. Of course she could tell that Natalie was the face of his company, their conversation had told her that. What she wanted to know was what the relationship between Adrian and the model was. “What’s the relationship between you two?” she asked, making her question clearer.

Workers moved in and out with purpose, all looking expensive, important, and perfectly put together. And then I saw the name boldly written in silver letters stretching across the building. LAURENT INTERNATIONAL MODELS. Laurent, that's my name. My breathing caught sharply in my throat. I blinked once, then realized it wasn't a dream. Adrien stepped out of the car and came around to my side, opening the door for me like some rich dangerous gentleman from an old romance film. I stepped out slowly, my eyes still glued to the building. The wind brushed softly against my face.

'' Delta is the lowest-tiered Werewolf nation. ''Good. I'll be there with Perol,'' replied Eden mentioning Perol who is a Beta, the older brother of Herol. He then walked down the stairs at high speed. Herol's forehead wrinkled. He still remains in his place. Astonished by Eden's enthusiastic attitude that the man rarely shows. What's more, it's about women. Eden who is famous for his power and power throughout the pack in the Scandinavia area is also known as the loneliest Alpha, having not met the Luna.

“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.”

Once they returned to the villa they were staying at, Adrian heated up a glass of milk for Stephanie. Then, he placed a call on his phone while standing before the window in the living room. As Stephanie clutched the glass of milk, she found herself staring at Adrian's silhouette. He really was a model by nature, not to mention his figure was top-notch. Even though he was making a phone call in just a shirt and a pair of pants, he still looked like a world-class model for some reason.

I caught my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs, and turned around. Adrien was standing there in running gear. Half of his face was still submerged in the pre-dawn shadows, making him look even more mysterious. “Dr. Adrien?” I stammered, stunned. He didn't smile. He just looked at me with that signature deadpan expression before dropping the line: “Eighty euros.”

They don’t look at Alexis. They lock onto me. Like I’m the only thing in the room. “Evelessa.” My name rolls off his tongue like he’s practiced it. I tilt my head slightly. “Do I know you?” “No,” he says smoothly. “But I know you.” “Of course you do,” Alexis mutters under her breath. He ignores her. Smart. “My name is Adrian,” he continues. “I run a modeling house.” Aretha snorts softly. “Oh, this should be good.”

Tomek waved at the two short-haired male models walking alongside Adrien. About to cross the street, Adrien bid goodbye to his friends, who, like him, were also sporting the boy-next-door look. "Yo," was Adrien's only greeting when he later joined them at their table. He gave Veronica a kiss on the cheek, ordered a double espresso, and then sat beside her. "Long time no see. How's the casting?" Veronica smiled at Adri. "How you been?" Adrien replied with a dismissive shrug and took out a cigarette. "Good. Except I felt like a creep lined up half-naked behind all the teenage models in there."