روايات وقصص ضمن Pictures Of Adrien Agreste

he said, throwing the papers at me so they scattered on the floor around my legs. I picked one up with shaking hands, held it close to see in the dim light. It was a photo printed clearly with Leonardo in a dark suit kneeling in front of Adriana in a red dress with a ring in his hand and her face lit up happily while they kissed in a room full of candles. Another photo showed them hugging with her hand out showing the diamond big and shining and his arm around her waist tight. More photos with them smiling at cameras and media flashing around them and headlines saying Sorrento Proposes to Lima Heir.

"Well, I wouldn't go as far as saying who among the two of you are better looking, but I would certainly say that he can easily fall in your step." Adrian narrowed his eyes at me in response. Without speaking, he grabbed my hand and took me to the other side of the room where the wall was filled with his photos- from childhood to adulthood. There were photos of him winning a soccer match, a young, tall Adrian in his graduation robe, and a big one of him with his family. I felt my lips involuntarily curl up into a smile as I observed them all, still having a hard time in believing that this handsome species of a human was mine.

he said quietly, his voice carrying that low command she’d come to recognize — not cruel, but absolute. Elena slipped into the passenger seat as Adrien started the engine. The headlights stayed off until they were far from the gates. Only when the mansion disappeared behind the trees did he allow a single breath to escape his lungs. “Adrien,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who took that picture of me?” “I don’t know,” he replied, eyes fixed on the road. “But whoever it was… they were close. Too close.” “Could it be Alessandro?” Adrien’s jaw clenched. “He wouldn’t send a warning. He’d send a bullet.”

Maybe it just has wedding pictures or old vacation videos of him and Elena. But I flipped open the small side screen anyway and pressed play on the most recent file. I was just going to take a look at the pics or videos in it. ​The screen flickered to life, and the hope in my chest, the expectation of a wedding pic, was instantly, brutally crushed. It was a dark visual, illuminated only by a faint, neon-blue light, but I could tell who the people in it were almost right away. It was unmistakable. I watched in absolute horror as the camera captured Adrian's body pinning Lisa against a chest of drawers, his cock ruthlessly driving into her from behind.

I picked up my phone, pretending to check messages, and quickly texted Kieran: “Come get me. Someone is trying to socialize with me.” Adrian stood up and buttoned his jacket. “If you change your mind,” he said softly, “call me. I’m usually outside, near the garden. It’s more peaceful there. And I have…” He paused, smirking a little. “…a better offer than this boring party.” My eyes narrowed slightly. A better offer? Yeah. Definitely flirting. And right now, I hated men. All of them. “I'm fine,” I insisted. He laughed. “What if I tell you that I have a piece painted by Aurelia Mendez. Her last work she worked on before she died of cancer.”

It’s been a long day, and by the time Adrian leaves, I’m exhausted and ready for bed. It’s nice to have a shower that actually works, though it’s small. The water is clean and it makes me feel clean for the first time in weeks. I’m drying my hair with a towel, walking around the small trailer, examining its contents. There are pictures of a younger Adrian and a small girl holding up a couple of fish on fishing lines, going on hikes in a rocky canyon, and one with an older man with the same crystal blue eyes as Adrian with the young girl on his lap. It makes me smile seeing the irritating handyman looking so carefree and loved by his family. There are no pictures of a mom.

It was about 4:32 in the evening, and Alessandro was about to head to his office; he wore an all-black suit with a few buttons undo, revealing his manly hair, chest, and tattoos. He also had a gold watch wrapped around his wrist. He looked delicious. It was a shame we couldn't go for round 2 right now because I definitely would. He walked up to me giving me a quick goodbye kiss before heading out the door. My mind went back couple of hours ago when he asked me if I wanted to move to Italy with him, the thought made my heart pump out of

Elva and Nixie were present at the romance festival with Alex and Ivan and I am pretty sure that they are with them right now and that our dorm room will be practically empty. Adrian can spot through my lie, he sits upright, dressed in only sweatpants, “We are spending this day together.” He leans in and gives me a kiss on the temple. “Doing what exactly?” I watch as Adrian steps out from the bed, his bare back flexing. He has a tattoo of a dragon that runs from his back to his left arms. He said it was a drunken mistake years ago, but now he doesn’t regret it. I love it.

Her face was full of pimples and dark circles were also showing their ways. Within in next second, she again saw that woman. Then she saw herself. Then she saw that woman. And this process took a long time. Finally, her gaze fell over Justin, who was eating with that woman bright fully. His handsome face was stress-less and his lips were smiling. Justin was a tall, handsome, and masculine man, while that woman was looking pretty and lovely. They both were looking perfect pair which made Adriana's lips curled upwards. But her eyes were crying.