Adrien X Nino Novels & Stories

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

His grip on the glass tightened and she noticed the traces of anger amassing around him as he burned his gaze into the squirming glass. “Just like you, he’s snatched her away from me. But…I will get her back. I will” Adrian Xen was a famous player and had kept his record for causing unending series of heartbreaks to the women who lusted and fawned after him. And what was this? He was in love? That was phenomenon. “Looks to me you’re pretty serious about this one” Anastasia drank from her glass with a smirk, rising on her face. “Yeah” That little woman might have been so effortlessly whisked away before he could try any actual move but, he wasn’t one to give up on something once his interest

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

"Don't you dare talk about them, they're mine and you don't get to talk like that about them!" "Nathan's the worst, he's not even a real dominant. He bottoms for you like a little slut and still calls himself a Dom? He's pathetic. He's almost as much of a whore as Cole is, I'm sure he'd give it up to anyone who even looks in his direction," Adrian says with malice lining his voice. The anger is bubbling up through me again, and the urge to try and get off the chair and break his jaw is overwhelming.

There will be a Luna who holds the moon's power bound to him. "I know, my stray... I know it very well. "We are bound to meet, and I am bound to marry the powerful Luna that holds the moon's power," Drake mumbled. "And that Luna is you; you will be my queen," he added sweetly.

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

Rome asked without pity. “Sure!” Adrain replied with a smile. He unbuttoned his shirt revealing a wound that was barely healed. “Oh, it's this critical!” I will give you a break til it's finally healed. You can resume when you get better Rome said pitifully. Thanks for your generosity Mr. Sinclair Adrain replied, moving back a bit he walked out with a smile “What a nitwit!” he even had to injure himself for him to complete his mission. Rome said, laughing sinisterly.

Billionaire father, Adriano Mancini, caught in compromising positions with his daughter’s therapist, Avery Quinn. That would be a suitable headline. It was funny, and I lauhed softly as my core tightened and my muscles began to spasm. I wrapped my hand around Adriano’s neck tightly as my orgasm hit me like train. I jerked uncontrollably and bit my lips to stop the scream. Adriano pumped a few more times too before his climaxed, holding me close as I stroked his hair and he released inside me.

Adriana da Costa. Sylvia could still see those cold, reptilian eyes, that skinny, lanky body. Xavier had dated the Brazilian supermodel briefly in New York several years ago, while Sylvia was his live-in personal assistant. She could still hear Adriana’s pouting voice. Why do you keep calling here? Stop calling. Find the whiskey, you stupid cow. Xavier always gets thirsty after sex. Sylvia cleared her throat. ‘Adriana da Costa, the bikini model.’

Her mascara had smudged, and her cheeks were red with more than just crying. Zee walked in wearing her oversized shirt and looked surprised. “Whoa. What happened? You look like a mess.” “I saw his face,” Nina said, voice hoarse. “Whose face?” “Him. X. The masked man.” Zee’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding. Who was it?” Nina stared at her for some seconds, her voice barely above a whisper. “Adrian. My ex’s brother.” “What?” Zee gasped. “Are you freaking serious?”