Adrienette Stories Novels & Stories

Maddy's POV My body trembled from how Draven's sweet cock claimed my cherry. His hot cum still leaked from my pussy and dripped down my thighs. My pussy throbbed from insatiable hunger and a bit of pain. I couldn't believe I just lost my virginity to a medieval prince who was strung like a horse. I smiled while I sat in the pool of our cum and leaned against the headboard. Spreading my legs wide, I displayed ny cum soaked pussy for the princes taking pride in how their eyes glinted with ravishing hunger.

" I will do as you say but I can very well assure you that Adriana is not a danger for us." * Aunty Sarah browsed through the internet randomly, she had always been bored to death ever since Adriana had left and the internet had started becoming her second home when she was done settling the affairs of the coven. "Two mates to contest for the hand of Alpha Xavier of the moonstones pack" her eyes caught the interesting title. "Really? Two mates for one person? This Xavier" She scoffed. " The moonstones pack are really... " She went speechless immediately she saw the picture of the mates that were going to be contesting for Alpha Xavier's hand.

“Thanks. I didn’t know where else to go. You’re the only one who ever really listened without trying to own me. Adrian just wants to fuck me raw and keep me locked up dripping his load whenever he snaps his fingers.” He brought over two mugs of steaming tea and handed me one, his fingers brushing mine, sending a spark straight down to my clit. “I’ve been doing okay since we split. Freelance gigs keep me busy shooting bands and street stuff. Dated a couple girls but none of them tasted as sweet as you or moaned my name the way you did when I licked that pretty pussy for hours.” He smirked a little trying to lighten the mood but his eyes stayed dark with heat.

Adrian turned his executive chair toward her and slowly looked her up and down — from her slightly messy bun, down her white blouse that hugged her full breasts, to the tight pencil skirt and black heels. “Lock the door.” Emma’s heart pounded so hard she was sure he could hear it. She walked over on unsteady legs and turned the lock. When she turned back around, Adrian was standing. He looked even taller up close like this. “You’ve been teasing me for months in these tight little outfits,” he said, voice low and rough. “Bending over the filing cabinets in the mornings. Crossing and uncrossing your legs during meetings. Wearing blouses that show just enough cleavage. You really thought I didn

Then a hand shot out from the side and caught the edge first. Claire Bennett. Adrian's childhood friend from Queens.Three months ago,he had brought her into his company as a brand coordinator,then started taking her to dinners,parties,and rooms where outsiders were never supposed to stand. Claire touched the bouquet,let go as if burned,and the flowers bounced into my arms.The hall went quiet,then exploded. "Adrian!What are you waiting for?" "Eight years,man.Get on one knee!" "Marry her!A Moretti princess does not wait forever!"

Thank you for not dropping the book, thank you for adding to library and thank you for not getting bored with Adrien and Camille 🤭 🌸 You all don't know how happy it makes me 🥹 Please stick to Camille and Adrien's story because it's about to get hot 🔥 Muah as you continue (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) **Author Carabella｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡**

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

She wondered what he smelled like. After her lunch with Yuan and Jill, she returned to her desk feeling inspired. She started typing on her laptop and found herself composing a plot. She drew a picture with words. She created a dark-haired rebel with a gorgeous body, well-sculpted like a marble statue masterpiece. She made her heroine a green-eyed, copper brown-haired princess with an evil queen stepmother and a charming but vile stepsister. Adrienne felt excited about her new project. It had been a while since she wrote a story. When she was younger, she’d written several romance novels. That’s how she knew she would be a writer and make a career out of it.

He swiveled his chair to face her fully, knees apart, making space. “Lift your skirt.” She gripped the hem with both hands, drew the navy fabric upward inch by inch. Plain white cotton panties—already darkened at the crotch. A small wet spot had spread noticeably. “Take them off.” She hooked thumbs in the waistband, pushed them down. They slid past her thighs, knees, ankles. She stepped out of them, left them pooled on the carpet. Adrian reached out, took the damp cotton between two fingers, brought them to his nose, inhaled once—deliberately—then set them on the desk like evidence.

“Do you mean sex? No, I have never tried being fucked by a man.” Adrian shifted his seat and nodded. I could feel myself getting heated up because of our conversation. He is flirting. Is he? Oh, yes. I’m sure he is. “How about you? How many girls have you bedded? When was the first time and the last time?” I tried to ask casually. He laughed. “Three? Five? I don’t know. I don’t count my body count. I was sixteen when I lost my virginity with a classmate. She offered herself out of curiosity, and because of desire, I accepted the deal and fucked her.”