Reminiscence Adonis Novels & Stories

He knew from the start that most of the memories I've got here were unforgivable but I should not dwell about pain in the past. Ronan carried Ashley while he held Ashton’s hand, striding inside the mansion. My lips parted as I noticed that things had not changed. The curtain color, the furniture, and flower pots at the corner of the staircase. It doesn't seem to have changed a bit. But they looked like they were being maintained well by the servants. My eyes stopped at the blond woman wearing a provocative dress in broad daylight, crossing her arms like a facially impaired stepsister in Cinderella. “I thought she's not home.”

I said “Why are you blaming yourself, Ate Alta?” Gravity asked, “My brother wouldn’t like it when he saw you blaming yourself because of what happened to him.” Gravity is 5 years older than Beau. But his mind is more mature than his brother's. “Are you the family of Mr. Heisenix?” A doctor came to approach us “Yes, Doc.” His father answered “The patient is awake, we transferred him to the private room. But I have a thing to say since his head hit so much, he may forget the memories he has.”

“And you know this how?” Adrian doesn’t hesitate. “Because I know my wife.” Marcus whispers beside me. “That’s either extremely romantic or extremely dangerous testimony.” The detective crosses his arms. “Mr. Reyes, your wife has memory loss from the crash.” Adrian nods once. “Yes.” “So how can you be certain?” Adrian’s eyes flicker briefly toward me. And something warm settles in my chest despite the chaos around us. “Because love doesn’t disappear with memory.” The pier falls quiet. Even the wind seems to pause.

"Misunderstanding? Please. Girls like her, I've seen a million of them. They sneak into a man's bed and then try to use it to threaten the wife. That's her whole game." Audrey's carefully styled hair was a wreck now, her curls pulled loose and messy. She looked out at the crowd, their smirks and whispers cutting into her like knives. Her eyes darted nervously. "I swear, it wasn't me…" Michael just stood to the side, calm as ever. His gaze kept flickering, and I felt it brush past where I was standing. Then his assistant turned on the big screen. The footage rolled. There he was—the bald, beer-bellied creep I'd seen that night, tugging up his pants as he stumbled out of Room 800. Hours later,

I looked back at Adonis who was staring back at her with an intensity colder than I have ever seen. “Mom, this is Adonis, Estelle’s husband,” Amelia said, standing between us. Her voice lifted half of the tension surrounding us, and I was grateful for the interruption. I looked back at Adonis and my mom. What the hell was that about? “Yeah, I know him. He’s famous. I used to see him on the TV back at the ward,” her voice was artificial, hinting that she was uncomfortable. But why would she be? “Hello, Mom,” I greeted her and she blatantly ignored me. My gut wrenched but I tried to push the gnawing feeling aside.

The pretty green hues of the crystal resonated with her heart, reminding her of the boundless beauty of nature. It whispered tales of distant lands and whispered secrets of forgotten places, sparking a sense of wanderlust within her. The crystal seemed to hold within it a reservoir of hope and optimism as if it carried the dreams and aspirations of countless souls who had come before her. It'd been passed down from her great-grandmother down to her mother. It reminded her of her mother.

as a sign that her husband was finally relaxing, unaware that his lips had been a shield to hide the absolute degradation occurring inches from her feet. As they rose from the table, Adonis stood up too, a little too fast. His long silver hair was slightly dishevelled from thr earlier performance under the table, his face still red from shame, and his eyes held a hollow, haunted look that he tried to mask by looking at the floor under the table where he was degraded earlier. He offered a stiff, robotic node to them and vanished into the corridors. "That was lovely," Sophie whispered, tucking her arm into Fenrir’s. "The palace feels so full of life today. Even Vespera seems like a fascinating

The little Omega tilted his head as he looked at him, his nose flaring. Adonis took a bite of venison and then paused as he looked back at the steak. It was very similar to one of the animals he used to hunt before the invasion. He hadn't tasted anything like that in so long that for a moment he could almost taste home. Adonis was startled when he looked up and the Omega that was across the table from him was now standing right next to him, his nose flaring as he looked him over. The curious blue eyes were amusing and Adonis couldn't stop himself from smiling.

" Lucia politely said. They got the room and Lord Adonis opened the door, he was used to the stench of rotting bodies so he approached the dangling body. More than the gory sight than was in front of him, he was more interested in recalling what her last moments was, He touched her body but he was already a step as her body was already decaying, he tried to maneuver his way round it. "You're almost there Adonis." At his best, he could only see a blurry picture of number fourteen walking into the room, he tried to look further but the state of the decaying body and his low torrent body were not helping, he will have to fuel his torrent as soon as possible.

"Tokyo is our next move." Adonis was mentally a brilliant man. His approach to business was similar to his approach to intimacy. He gave forethought to everything he did beforehand, which made him an exquisite lover, he's been told countless times. Adonis envisioned what he would perform in the bedroom in advance, resulting in cries of passion that would fill the air with him softly whispering. I hate that I will have to break that beautiful girl's heart. But Ms. Tokyo is a beauty, but she's all legs and no biscuits. I need to avoid making any mistakes that I'll live to regret, and I don't believe in regrets."