Russell Adler Fanart Novels & Stories

The amused smile crept on his lips and even into his voice, "You don't know who Adler is, do you?" "Whoever he is, he's going to die; Ruslan will make sure of it." "You have so much faith in him." "I've seen him do things," she picked up her spoon and stirred her tea, "He gets off from destruction, and his favorite color is blood. I believe there is a devil, and his name is Ruslan." The call to Adler proved that the excitement in his eyes when he laid them on Adler like he had found a worthy Challenger. "No one bats an eye when it has to do with him," Sara continued, "Guess who backs him up."

Clarke! Russell walked over to the glass display earnestly and started examining it. Everyone felt the air become tense and mysterious as they watched on. After all, this was Master Russell, a famous collector in Riverdale City. If he, too, held this painting in high regard, it must be an authentic piece! It must be priceless! As he stood beside Russell, Charles was like a little child, unable to conceal the pride and joy on his face. He was already beginning to imagine how his fame would rise up as a collector in Riverdale City. With this thought, he felt greater favor for Aiden and nodded at him.

I have never entered that room since I showed it to her and it seems enticing to me now. I turned the doorknob before walking to the spacious room. I went to the drawing board in the middle of the room instantly and there is a blank sheet clipped to the board. My eyes looked around the table just beside the board and I noticed the stack of papers that are lying there. I picked the stack up and looked through it. Adele has sketched on these papers. I smiled as I looked through her drawing. There is the drawing of a bird, an elephant, the sunrise, the beach, weird trees that did not turn out well, a dream catcher, and so other drawings on these papers. My hand stopped when I picked up a drawin

It was getting long on top, but he kept it well-shaved on the bottom. I smiled as I ran my finger in a feather-like motion over his neck. He had a small mole on his collarbone, making him Look sexy. His tattoos on his chest, arms, and back were a mixture of things—everything he loved, from chemistry to wolves and his parent's names. Russell was the most mysterious guy I had ever met, which made him more intriguing than I could admit.