Another Lonely Night Adam Lambert Novels & Stories

he murmured, the faint trace of a smile playing at his lips, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Adam paced his hotel suite, his sharp mind piecing together every fragment of information he had gathered. After countless calls and delving into his network of informants, he finally connected the dots. The meticulous trail of tactics, timing, and players involved pointed to one undeniable conclusion….Don Emilio Montero. Adam leaned back on the sofa, his lips curling into a menacing smirk. “So, the old man wants to play dirty because I won again. Classic Montero move,” he murmured to himself, the amusement in his tone edged with icy resolve.

“He’s a bit scary when he’s like that… even Dad couldn’t speak.” “He knows what he’s doing,” Adam exhaled, concern etched into his features. He had always admired the Night Lord, but knowing it was his own son, knowing the life he led so that others, including himself, could be safe… it made his heart ache. “There must be something we can do to help.” Lorenzo struck the armrest with his fist. “He shouldn’t have to bear it alone while we’re here.” “He is no longer alone.” A voice cut through the room.

She reached up and poked the top bunk mattress in between the slats “But don’t forget I have the best position all night. Anna giggled and rolled to hang over the side and threw her pillow at Amaris. “Anna Bomb!” “I think that’s an Atom bomb.” Everyone looked up to see Adam standing in the doorway with a grin. “I came to check and see that your getting settled in. Lyle is not here yet. He is still out with his team looking for Gran. When I last spoke to him he said he would be back late tonight. Put your stuff away and come down for dinner.” With a nod to Anna’s Dad, he turned and walked away.

The Luna stepped in the crook of Adam's neck. "Ahhh!" He cried. "This will teach you never to disobey my orders again," she pressed her foot down harder on his neck, cutting off his circulation. The silver and aconite from the nail polish was affecting his wolf, so it didn't take long for Adam to pass out. The Luna pointed to Gary. "Do you have a mate?" "No Luna, not yet." "Good," the Luna said as she dropped her robe to the ground. "All this evil is making a gal horny."

The amber liquid burned down her throat, grounding her, even as unease prickled at the edge of her mind. Adam smirked, leaning against the counter. “We’re not impossible. He’s just jealous I’m better at everything.” Mason shot him a cold look. “In your dreams, Sinclair. You couldn’t even land her without help.” The air thickened. Lola turned sharply. “Enough.” Her voice cut through their bickering like a blade. “Not tonight. We’ve been through enough.” They both went quiet. A beat passed before Adam’s expression softened. “You’re right,” he said quietly. “Tonight’s supposed to be different.”

said Karim. She squeezed his thigh as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. She felt so bad for him. But maybe this lunch would be a dead end after all. “Adam was upset that his girlfriend canceled on him that night. He had meticulously planned a date for her. Perhaps they decided to meet that night after all,” suggested Elton. Amber turned to face him. “What did you say? Did Adam tell you he was going to meet up with Ophelia after he left the club?” asked Amber.

*** Lydia Adam is a hot cowboy. He's no Damian, but I won't complain. I'm so fucking horny I could ride one of the carousel horses and get off in two seconds flat. Adam's hat and chaps are sexy. His body beneath them even sexier. I worried that Mr. Fuck Me Tonight would give me a complete loser. It's nice to be wrong. Adam will give me what I need. In my mind, his mouth, tongue, and teeth will be Damian's. A crowd gathers at the entrance to the alcove while I strap Adam to a St. Andrew's Cross. This one is top of the line and can be positioned to lie flat, which will be perfect for later.

Once Adam got to where could be termed his ‘safe haven’, he made sure he locked the door, then proceeded to undress, after which he took a shower. Getting all dried and dressed up for the night, He reached for his cellphone on the nightstand and got into bed. Adam spent a short while on his phone replying to messages and going over a few emails after which he decided to call it a night. Hardly had Adam closed his eyes when a loud cry came through. With a frown on his face, he sat up. The cry was continuous and that prompted him to get up from the bed.

Adam was a light sleeper and when he heard noises coming from Isabella’s room, he got worried and without thinking, he went inside her room. What he saw made his heart ache for her. She was having a night mare. He went and laid down beside her trying to soothe her but she was twisting herself vigorously. “Nathan stop or I will jump……” “Leave me alone….”She screamed. Adam had heard everything and wondered, is she having a night mare? Or is it related to her past? Nevertheless, after Adam coaxed her for a while she calmed down and drifted back to sleep but she had snuggled herself into Adams embrace and Adam couldn’t move, so he decided to sleep with her.

She is alive. I glance over my shoulder. She is lying face down on the stone, her limbs loose and twitching, completely unconscious. Adam walks past me, his boots loud against the gravel. He kneels beside her, presses two fingers against the side of her neck, and then stands back up. He looks at me, a small, genuine smile touching his lips. He nods once. “Betty wins!” Adam shouts, his voice carrying to the very edge of the woods. “Leylani is still alive, but I bet she won’t wake up anytime soon!”