Reminiscence Adonis Novels & Stories

She played with it for a while before latching on the left one. The beauty couldn't resist the gorgeous man at all. She couldn't remember when she started crushing on him and falling so hard. The gorgeous male was named Adonis by his Billionaire Mafia parents. There are three boys in his family, and Adonis, the eldest son, is currently twenty-six years old. Meet him in real life, and no one could even make a sound twice when he is present. He commands an air that even his father couldn't match and that people isolate from him even though they all crave to say even a slight word to him.

Benjamin hisses at Joesph… “If it wasn’t for you, she would have given herself to me years ago. She would have been connected to me. She wouldn’t be dying right now…” Just then, the door opens and Adonis walks into Joesph’s chambers. ------------- ADONIS I found out when I was 13 that one of my first of many gifts was that no matter where or who or how strong their mental walls were, I could read their minds all I had to do was think of who I wanted to listen to and I could hear them.

Funny because I don't remember a wall being here. My glasses fall to the floor. When I pick them off the floor and look up, I don't see a wall. I see Adonis. True to his name, he must be one of the most handsome men alive. He looks like the Greek gods came together to sculpt a human to show off how good they were at art. His dark green eyes, his full eyebrows, that thick shrub of brown hair and don't even get me started on those lips. I could lick them all day.

Sweat beaded along my temple. I wanted to forget. To burn out the memory of the rejection. The things that were said. “You know,” Adonis said, “if you curse while lifting, it works better.” I let out a dry laugh. “Not in the mood to joke, dumbass.” “Fair,” he replied, sitting beside me. He grabbed a towel and gently patted my shoulder. “But seriously... you’re kind of amazing. Even when everything falls apart, you don’t lose your cool. If it were me, I’d probably spiral into villain mode.”

Maybe he is about my age, whatever that might be. Dr. Clark does seem appealing to my eyesight. How can he not be? He has beautiful eyes, but on top of that, he looks as if he works out. I shake the thoughts from my mind as Dr. Ward steps forward again. “Can you please tell us what it is you last remember?” “That’s the thing. I don’t remember anything.” “You don’t remember anything that happened to you?” Dr. Ward inquires. “No, not a thing.” “Do you remember anything about yourself or your family?” Dr. Richmond asks.

I on the other hand just stood there staring at Adonis in complete shock, a shiver running down my spine at his sudden words, “What are you saying?” I finally whispered. Letting out an almighty sigh Adonis shook his head as he lowered his head, and for the first time since I’ve met him he didn’t look like the mighty man beast I had come to know, but rather a look of defeat and fear as he finally gave up trying to fight against an obvious truth about his family he’d been holding on to his entire life.

With a swift camera shift, all reporters were captured in the image. Though brief, it sufficed to reveal the remorseful slump of the journalist who posed the probing question, his gaze distant and perplexed. Regret likely gnawed at him. At the stroke of three in the morning, I jolted upright, my eyes aflame with disbelief, almost reflexively striking my own face. Could this be a nightmare? Despite Adonis frequently sojourning abroad, local magnates held him in high regard, even extolling his virtues publicly. Endowed with remarkable prowess and a youthful allure, Adonis had graced the limelight on numerous occasions, his popularity far from insignificant.

"Why is your phone not connecting?" Before I could answer, he continued, "Anyway, I've got the holiday prep all sorted. Anything else you want? I'll have my assistant grab it." His words triggered a memory: the year Mamie died. I'd gone home, but on Christmas Eve, I video-called him to wish him happy holidays. It took ages for him to answer; the screen was dark at first, showing only a fading ember from his cigarette. "Yeah?" he rasped. As the screen adjusted to the light, I saw he was alone on the balcony, surrounded by scattered bottles and cigarette butts. Outside, the world was alive with lights and fireworks, but that joy seemed worlds away from him.

Evelina said, not seeing the road. “Isn’t she that girl? This familiar feeling ... is this girl ‘her’?” thought Nox This familiar feeling Nox felt while holding Evelina and staring at the girl. Later, Evelina wakes up and she stands up, after falling. Nox saw her face similar to the one he knew and mentioned her name. “Evelina?” called Nox. Nox still holds her hand, they stare at each other. Then came the nostalgic feeling he missed, when looking at each other. TO BE CONTINUED...

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.