Adrien Song Novels & Stories

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.

About chasing dreams. But I’m singing filth in my head. Singing about him bending me over, his voice breaking against my neck. My thighs press together under my glittering dress. I sing harder, louder. If I don’t, I’ll come undone right here. *** “Water.” Adrian is waiting the second I step off stage with a bottle ready. His other hand holds a towel. Always calm. I’m not. My skin is drenched. My chest rises and falls too fast. My ears still ring from the crowd screaming my name.

Adrian warned. Evelina walked beside him, feeling offended by his words. "First of all, I'm not some kind of idiot. I know how to compose myself," she fired back. Adrian simply rolled his eyes. "You might know how to compose yourself around average people, but this investor is someone of great importance. He's wealthy and he doesn't tolerate tardiness." "So, what is the name of this investor of yours that you've been praising this entire time?" Evelina asked. "His name is Mr. Zhen Song and he's one of the coldest men in the industry. It's best that you don't get on his bad side because he'll cancel the deal before it's even made and simply walk away without giving it a second thought," Adria

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

I vocalized more of the song once his grip loosened enough for my breath to escape. His dark eyes found mine as he began to fall under my trance and out of Remmi's. I sang the song, hugging him to me as his body fell from mine, going limb as his lifeforce slipped away. "I'm sorry, so so so very sorry. Please please, forgive me," I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead.

he said and she turned back around facing the mirror " I heard your voice from my office and i was attracted to it. What music are you singing?" he asked "Running by beyonce.." she responded "I do have the music in my phone if you want to listen to it" she said "Okayy..why not!" he said walking closer to her She put the song and they all listened to it as she kept singing along. Many other songs came after that..and Adrian started getting used to them. Days passed and Adrian started singing along with her most times

Adira nodded her head and gave her a flying kiss that Angela acted to catch and then placed her hand on the place of her heart. Adira smiled at her actions and shook her head while giggling. After that Dylan was forced by Theo to sing a song for Adira. He didn't show any tantrums and started singing in one go. I took an arrow to the heart I never kissed a mouth that tastes like yours Strawberries and somethin' more Ooh yeah, I want it all Lipstick on my guitar (ooh) Fill up the engine, we can drive real far Go dancin' underneath the stars

⸻ On Stage He walked into the lights and sat on the stool like it was a throne he hadn’t earned. The crowd clapped politely. He adjusted the mic, cleared his throat, and said, “It’s been a while.” A few people chuckled. “My name’s Adrian. I wrote this song the year everything in my life changed. And then I rewrote it again after it changed again. So I guess this is the third version. The truest one.” He strummed once. Then again. And he sang. It wasn’t perfect. His voice cracked on the second verse. He forgot a lyric in the bridge and made one up. But when he hit the final chorus — the one he’d written with Elena’s voice in his head and Lila’s laugh in his memory — the room went still.

I pushed open the door and Adrian was taking a shower, his blurry body visible on the steamy glass. He started humming a song and soon started singing out. It was Lana Del Ray’s young and beautiful, I guess he loves her a lot. “Will you still love me, when I’m no longer young and beautiful, will you still love me when I have got nothing but my aching soul. I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.” I stood there, watching him and listening to his voice, if asked one of the reason I love him, then his voice ranked one.

Here is to Kodiie and Laura, my friend. Kat