Adrien Model Novels & Stories

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."

"Mr. Tanner, please, you have got to save me!" Adrien leaned against the back of the chair. His long slender legs were crossed and folded together. Even when he was already in his fifties, the man still exuded a charm across his entire body. Amidst his mature charm was a streak of stern majesty. He looked down at the prostrating woman on the ground and, through her, seemingly saw her greedy mother and her despicable father once again.

He stroked my tongue with his as he tasted himself off my mouth. His arms wrapped around my back and a palm rode up to my head before he stroked my hair, in a slow and sensual motion, as if he was making up for how he pulled at it just moments ago. Adrien is a passionate kisser. He goes deep and furious and sometimes deep and slow, like now, nibbling and stroking, touching and exploring, as if he wants to take his time getting to know every nook of my body and mouth. It makes me jealous of all the women he has kissed before. They must have felt as good as me and I can't take the image of him giving pleasure to them off my mind.

"I... I’m relaxed." "No, you're not," Adrien said, his hand now resting on my waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing dangerously close to my ear. "Let us help you." The way he said it made my stomach flip. I glanced between them, my gaze flicking from Aries’s intense blue eyes to Adrien’s smoldering stare. They were identical yet so different—Adrien with his calm, steady demeanor, and Aries with his surprisingly playful, mischievous edge. Together, they were overwhelming.

Hard to know. “You don't have to feel shy about wanting more.” The smooth voice that came from nowhere scared me shitless, I jumped out of the bed, clutching my arms to my heavily thudding chest. Adrien stepped out from behind the curtains of my floor-to-ceiling window with that shit-eating grin I was beginning to hate, a tall, striking hunk in all-black leather. “You're alone, after all,” he added, warm brown eyes dancing down my ravaged body with the light of knowledge in them.

Cherie How can happiness be so fleeting? From being happy and content one second, to terrified the next. The beast in front of me snarls, its golden eyes pinning me with a look that sends bile rising up to my throat. I don’t know how one would describe the scent of death perfectly, but this monster is the embodiment of the word. It’s incredibly taller, even taller than Creed or Alpha Kai, covered in black fur, and standing on two legs. With claws the size of a grown man’s full hand, sickly yellow eyes, and scars littered all over its body, I know this is Creed’s Lycan.

Adrian smiled and held her hand firmly, “but look what happened because of that. It brought us back to my home. To ‘OUR’ home.” Elena still wasn’t convinced. It was too risky a path that Adrian had taken. They would have died multiple times. Was that risk worth it? She didn’t think so, but she didn’t want to ruin Adrian’s mood, so she didn’t argue with him. Adrian made a phone call. Jericho brought a white Ferrari SF90 Stardale worth over 700K. The front number plate showed the text ‘ELENADRIAN.’ Jericho put the papers on the hood.

"It's only been a short time since we've made up, but you're already leaving." Adriel's eyes softened. She hasn't seen Zeth look so broken like this. She walked closer to him to hold onto his shoulder. "I'm just resigning. I'm not migrating to another country." "But why?" he asked. "Is it really because of me—" Adriel shook her head, cutting him off. "A modeling agency contacted me and offered me a spot in their company. I don't know if you know this about me, but I've always dreamed of becoming a model. Having Zenon dimmed out that dream a little bit, but now that an offer is right in front of me, the dream suddenly ignited once again."

His time at Clearmount College was now his last chance to finish his studies and choose a career within the Brown family, without becoming a disgrace. The son of Amadeus Brown, older brother of Alex Brown, Adrian was the eldest of the second generation of the Browns. His mother, Louise Brown, was of French descent—a stunning woman who had given birth to an exceptional specimen like Adrian. His French heritage made his appearance distinctive and elegant. With a slender, angular face, prominent cheekbones, a defined jawline, and large, expressive green eyes, Adrian's looks were captivating. His dark curly brown hair gave him a carefree and youthful vibe.

He gave a thin-lipped smile. "Great idea. Come on. Anna, please give Crystal company." Tyler said and shared a knowing look with Anna. And the men moved away from us. My eyes somehow found their way to Adrien. He looked devilishly handsome and I struggled to take my eyes off him. He wore a white t-shirt and a grey blazer over black jeans and pushed back his hair showing off his perfectly proportional face. Although his attire was simple, he looked like a model pulled straight out of a fashion magazine.