Adrien Model Novels & Stories

He was tall—6’3” at least—broad shoulders filling out the dark uniform like it was custom-made. Short black hair, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes the color of storm clouds—gray, almost silver under the flashing lights: clear golden skin, high cheekbones, a faint scar curving along his left eyebrow. Full lips pressed into a firm line. The uniform did nothing to hide the way his chest and arms strained the fabric. He was too good-looking Adrian didn’t even come close. The models I scrolled past on I*******m didn’t come close. This man looked like sex carved into human form—dangerous, controlled, beautiful in a way that made my mouth go dry and my thighs clench involuntarily.

I whispered to myself. And then he was there,suddenly at my side, close enough that I caught the faint scent of pine and steel. “Hey,” Adrian said, his deep voice low and smooth. “Watch me.” He moved into the stance with effortless grace, muscles shifting under his training gear, every line of his body radiating controlled power. For a moment, the entire world narrowed to just him. My heart stuttered.

Adrien: yes, and why do u think so lowly of me｡ﾟ(ﾟ'Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ that hurts my feelings(；ω；) You: Bitch I don't give a damn about ur feelings😑 Adrien: Why u so mean ( ；∀；) You: it's 2 in the fucking morning!!! I'm fucking tired! And u don't let me sleep!! What did u think I would do??? Be fucking jolly😒😤 Adrien: I will make it up to u You: Hw?? Adrien: I will take u out see a movie? If u want I mean..... You: Is Adrien Rider asking me out?? Adrien: Of course not!!!! It's just to make it up to u, u did put up with me for a while.

"So you will come on Thursday? And show off your pretty flower tattoo?." I opened my mouth to answer, the words forming somewhere between yes and I don't know. The door swung open. Adrien stood in the frame, fresh from wherever he went in the early hours. Black shorts sitting low on his hips and nothing else. A white towel draped over one shoulder. His hair damp and dark against his forehead, skin still flushed and sheened from exertion, catching the pale morning light in a way that turned it golden.

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.

I've learned in the last few days that it's always better to be safe than sorry. If we needed to build a new pack elsewhere, we need the money for it. Waiting at the door of the entrance was a stunning Adrien. The dark blue suit made him look like a prince from fairy tales. He did not look very comfortable, since Adrien was always an indomitable wild man, but he without a doubt looked handsome.

"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

The party was wild, and Adrian, heavily intoxicated, promptly removed the model's remaining clothing and intimately leaned in for a kiss. The model playfully scolded Adrian with shyness, and the rich young men around them cheered and shouted. "A suitable partner at home is for having kids and taking care of my mother, but I can still find beautiful women outside!" "Hahaha! Adrian, I thought you were deeply in love with Hailey!" The young model teased, her hand reaching below Adrian's navel. "Adrian, you're aroused!" Adrian laughed mischievously and pushed the model onto the couch. Each moan triggered countless thoughts, sending shivers down everyone's spine. "It's a different sensation," Adr

But the slight flinch on Adrien’s face and the way his knuckles whitened gave away the pressure. “Jason Anderson,” he said. “And no, I’m not her friend.” Adrien winced almost imperceptibly, then withdrew his hand, flexing it once behind his back like he was trying to get feeling back. “Ah, bon,” he said, still smiling. “Well, I was just about telling Aria about a club nearby where Americans like you go.” Jason’s mouth tightened. “I doubt that will be necessary.” “What’s it called?” Aria cut in quickly.

I watched him for a long second, not too ashamed to examine the muscles tensed along his bare back. Goddess Karma did bless him. Gave him a shit personality to balance his favors, sure but . . . he’s painfully beautiful. Even with the thin lines of scars crossing his broad shoulders and back. “So glad you could finally join us,” Adrien says flatly. “Now, now, Adrien. Look, she isn’t half bad. I think under that . . . garment. Can we even call that a garment when it’s in such poor condition? Oh, never mind.” He swats his hand, dismissing his thoughts. “Under all that, she likely has a decent body.”