Adrien X Nino Novels & Stories

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?”

"Lord Eden is waiting." Megan was too confused to retaliate. Plus the hunger started to slit her. She then saw that Silvina had taken her out of the castle to a place above the lake with tables and chairs waiting there. So did Eden who had sat in full dress. "Wait a minute." Megan took Silvina's hand off and looked at Eden. "I still don't understand all this," Megan continued asking for an explanation. Eden then glanced at Silvina at a glance. "Miss is a Mate called Luna of Alpha Eden, which means an eternal partner for the sitting Lord of Eden," Silvina explains politely and quietly.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Within moments, Adriano joins her, undressing quickly to join her in the water. She bites her lips when she sees him naked and fully erect. Adriano is a mature man, but quite attractive and sensual, with a well-toned body maintained through daily exercises. It doesn't even seem like he's 15 years older. "Non è giusto, amore mio. Mi farai impazzire” (It's not fair, my love. You'll drive me crazy), he whispers in her ear as he pulls her onto his lap in the water. They kiss again there. Adriano eagerly traces her naked body, as if he wants to explore and discover her most intimate places, to possess her completely until he is satisfied.

Adrian snapped back. "Join me, let's drink together "Adrian offered him and he smiled before sitting beside him. "Brother,what do you think about Lunatic?"Noir asked and he raised his eyebrows at him. "C'mon, I mean Luna, that girl is messing with me and I wanna do something... Adrian suddenly walked inside the bathroom, covering his nose. "Adrian,are you alright?"Noir called after him but he didn't reply at all. Adrian turned on the mixer tap,he held his stomach in pain, his eyes shut and blood gushed out of his nose,his body cells weakening slowly as he staggered a bit.

' Xavier mused. "Who is Adrian?" He was curious about him and he wanted to know all he could about the man Chiara was supposedly to marry. Marcos chuckled and poured himself another drink, this time filling the glass. "How do you know about him?" "Leonardo came here last night and they argued about him." "So you have been eavesdropping on her conversations." "Not all the time." "Adrian is the son of Carlos Nicoletti"

Besides using and abusing narcotics, he also has a frigid demeanor that instills fear in others. Finn’s adversary, Mr. Xavier was the manager of the Asphalt Warriors MC. Before things happened, they were both buddies, but now they were rivals who took pleasure in the same activities. Adrian Ronaldo, Carl’s opponent, served as the vice president of Asphalt Warriors. Not only was he attractive, but he was also a skilled bike rider. Both Carl and Adrian are loved for their talents, but they did not consider each other as friends. While Carl had spiky brown hair, olive-toned skin and deep emerald eyes, Adrian on the other hand had fair skin, blond crew cut hair and deep blue eyes.

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I stood in the middle of the warehouse, shirt sleeves rolled up, hands dripping with someone else’s blood. Rino Lombardi’s nephew knelt at my feet, zip-tied, snot bubbling in his nose like a toddler and a busted lip so swollen. His name was Rockey, barely twenty, baby-faced, probably still jerking off to OnlyFans when he wasn’t torching our shipments with his little masked friends.