Ibne Adam Novel Novels & Stories

My sister hated me, my mother-in-law hated me and the man I once thought I could trust… he was married to the very person who wanted me destroyed. Levi’s face came into my mind, his small smile, the way his hand clutched mine when he was scared. My knees buckled, my baby was the reason they were after me, he was the prize in their twisted games. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, trying to breathe, when the door opened and Adam walked in. He looked stronger now, less pale, no longer the ghost he had been when he first woke from the coma. His hair was still messy, his steps slower than before, but there was a steadiness about him that I envied.

He left having taken something incendiary and fleeting, and having left something of his own anonymity in return. It was the most unbalanced score of his career, and the only one that would ever haunt him, not with fear of capture, but with the memory of a woman’s stormy eyes in the lamplight and the taste of whiskey and recklessness on his tongue. _____ Here’s Adam’s reaction—focused on his perspective, tone controlled, without going into explicit detail: ⸻ Adam let out a slow breath as he reached the end of the page. “…Okay,” he said quietly. “Now this one…”

Dili didn't come back as he had said he would in the note. Mr Seye was the one who came to take me home. I'll have to say me sleeping until school was over wasn't what ai had envisioned for the day. No not at all. But who am I to complain, that was practically one of the best sleeps I have had in years so to say. Insomnia is a really bad thing I tell you.

Even if they wanted to die, they would not have the capability to cause a massive commotion like this, let alone challenge Adam. Nevertheless, Zayn had done so. It could be said that Zayn was a pioneer. It was extremely unexpected that he would wage war against Adam after defeating Hannibal. Even if he were to be defeated later on, his name would be remembered, etched into the minds of Muricans! “Arrgh!” A loud, raging roar came from an extremely elegant, grand mansion in Murica, followed by the sound of objects being smashed. It was Adam, roaring in rage.

“Adam, the person who takes care of her will always be named Newcombe.” I stared at David, feeling repulsed, but then I realized he was only instinctively declaring sovereignty over his perceived territory. Adam looked at him holding my hand, his eyes darkened and he allowed an unfathomable smile. “Is that so? Then let’s hope that Mr. Newcombe can always ‘take care’ of her, as you say.” He turned around and walked away, cutting a lonely figure as the night swallowed his departing shape.

Tunde said, making Iyunade raise her eyes from the book. Her eyes widened as she saw him staring right at her. She didn't know when she started biting her lips and the reaction was caught by Tunde who stirred in his chair. What is he doing here? Iyunade panicked. She immediately cleared her throat. "Yes, it's a very nice book. Have you read it?" "Hmm. Yes, I have." "Nice. I didn't expect you to be a novel type, especially a genre like this," Iyunade said.

“Ow—” She glared at him and danced with him, doing those little steps while Adam was burning red due to shyness. He wanted to hide somewhere. It was the most difficult thing for him. He wished he could be an extrovert like Isaac who danced effortlessly with Aurora and Inez. But they were his sisters. The real problem was for Adam because Nora was not his sister and hundred per cent a girl who annoyed him the most.

my head was throbbing,and I couldn't see clearly. He chuckled lowly, My hands got clammy, I didn't just dare to raise my voice at Adams.All I could hear was the loud beats of my heart. I tried to block all the thoughts that were coming to my mind. “Babe?” The air crackled with unresolved tension,a muscle in his jaw clenched. I knew the contract I signed never included all this,but I was already in love with Adams. “Adam_”I never got to complete my statement before I felt his lips cover mine,and my mind went blank.The kiss was so dirty and raw.

The way he kissed her didn't leave any room for the latter possibility but still didn't answer enough questions. “When were you going to tell me all this?” She asked her husband with a hint of hatred in her eyes. Adam couldn't fight it. “I was gonna cross that bridge when I got to it,” Adam said without looking into her eyes. “But I didn’t expect it to be this hard and honestly, I didn't even know half the crap he just said,” he added. “Adam chose this place because it had the least possibility of a Latin American gang footprint,” Dr Gupta added as if he could anticipate her next question. “He called some contacts and found the one place with the thickest presence of Hugo Ortiz’s rivals whic

He didn’t really want to talk about anything at the moment: he preferred to think in peace, figure out solutions to his problems without running to anyone else. But as luck would have it, Jaime was already there, waiting for him. The man knew Adam way too well, and Adam was tempted to tell his chef and friend to get the hell out. Jaime was striking—that was what Grace had called him, and Adam had to agree, at least inwardly—with dark eyes and medium-brown skin, his hair similarly dark. His parents had immigrated to the States from El Salvador; Jaime had been born shortly after their arrival. “Already have the menu ready for today?” Adam asked Jaime casually, sitting down at his desk.