Russell Adler Fanart

Aku pernah mencoba menggoda tunanganku yang tanpa tergoda oleh nafsu duniawi sebanyak 999 kali. Bahkan saat aku berdiri telanjang bulat di hadapannya, dia hanya akan bertanya apakah aku kedinginan. Awalnya, aku mengira dia hanya taat pada aturan dan baru akan menyentuhku setelah menikah. Namun, pada hari jadi kami, aku justru menemukan bahwa diam-diam dia telah memesan kamar di hotel terkenal di kota ini. Malam itu, aku datang ke ruang VIP dengan penuh harapan. Namun, aku justru menyaksikan dia dan teman masa kecilnya berciuman mesra di tengah sorakan orang banyak, seolah dunia hanya milik mereka. Setelah berdiri semalaman di depan pintu kamar, akhirnya aku menyadari satu hal, dia memang tidak mencintaiku. Setelah keluar dari hotel, aku menelepon rumah. "Ayah, aku nggak jadi menikah dengan Nathan. Aku ingin menikah dengan Darius!" Teh di mulut ayah langsung menyembur keluar. "Putriku Sayang, putra Keluarga Russell itu beberapa tahun lalu mengalami kecelakaan. Katanya, bagian bawah tubuhnya nggak berfungsi. Kalau kamu menikah dengannya, bukankah itu sama saja dengan menjadi janda hidup?" Aku menjawab dengan putus asa, "Punya anak atau nggak, sudah nggak penting lagi bagiku."

After a fire broke out at the company, I shoved the only rescue rope into the hands of my husband, Peyton Shepherd. However, he yanked the smoke mask off my face and turned to secure it on his secretary, Hannah Russell, instead. Peyton escaped using the rescue rope, and Hannah remained unharmed thanks to the mask. I collapsed from inhaling toxic smoke, and then a falling pillar crashed into my stomach. Blood pooled beneath me. Just as the firefighters lifted me onto a stretcher, Peyton grabbed me and pulled me back down. "Serena, it's just a minor injury. Why are you lying on the stretcher? Let Hannah go to the hospital first. Her condition is serious, and she needs a comprehensive medical exam!" The firefighters and paramedics stared in shock. They looked at my blood-soaked dress, then Hannah crying pitifully over her blistered hand. My colleagues tried to intervene. "But Mr. Shepherd, Serena's injuries are clearly more severe!" Peyton snarled through gritted teeth. "Enough! I'm Serena's husband. Don't you think I know her condition? If Hannah's treatment gets delayed because of this, none of you will escape the consequences!" I pressed my hand against my slightly swollen lower abdomen and nodded, agreeing to let Hannah take the ambulance first. I decided that from this moment forward, neither I nor my unborn child owed Peyton anything.

I'm reincarnated a week before the college entrance exam. Despite being the soon-to-be top scorer, I stab my eye with a syringe. In my past life, Marianne Quentin, my boyfriend Lance Russell's childhood friend, reported me for cheating off her during the final mock exam. The teacher compared our papers and found that my essay was identical to hers. He harshly criticized me and warned me not to repeat my mistake. However, Marianne reported me for copying her answers again during the math exam. Once again, my answers were found to be identical to hers. The teacher scolded me for being incorrigible and sent me home to reflect on my actions. I couldn't understand what had happened. Clearly, I'd never cheated, but my answers were nearly identical to Marianne's, whether in writing and language or in math. As the SAT exam loomed over me, I could only suppress my doubts as I stepped into the exam hall. I finished the writing paper and thought I was safe. However, Marianne stepped out and accused me of cheating again. I tried to defend myself, yet the answers on my paper were identical to hers. In the end, I was disqualified, kicked out of the exam hall, and banned from taking any exams in the next two years—just because I "cheated". I succumbed to despair and leaped from the rooftop. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to one week before the SAT.

Three years ago, my fated mate, Rex Hemmond, had personally signed the auction contract, resulting in me getting delivered onto the auction stage in the black market. That night, I was injected with aphrodisiacs, leading to me revealing my most debauched side in front of everyone. That was how I became the most hated harlot in the Moonshade pack. My sister, Daisy Russell, could be seen nestling into Rex's arms. She was smiling as she watched me fall into the abyss. During the years of my exile, I spent countless nights beneath bridges. Most of the time, I was chased around by others who wanted to beat me up. Eventually, I started earning money by slaving away in underground cage fights as a fighter so that I could buy back the estate that my dad had left me with. Three years later, Rex tracks me down with bloodshot eyes. "Come back with me and apologize to Daisy." I respond by punching him in the face. "That'll be 100 dollars per punch. If you're still unsatisfied, you can keep punching me." When Rex takes Daisy's hand at the estate's gateway and claims that it will be hers from now on, I finally fire a text message to an unknown number. "I need you." The moment that wolf steps into the Moonshade pack, Rex questions me with red-rimmed eyes, "Since when did you get together with him?" I just smile in return. "He was the one who saved me on the night you signed the auction contract."

“I should have refused.” I shook my head, my eyes sweeping towards the silver eyed devil standing before me, with no ounce of guilt or remorse in his eyes. “I should have never married you.” “That hurts my feeling.” That was a cruel joke, because we both know that he doesn’t even have feelings to begin with. “But there isn’t any man who could love you like I do; not even Thorne.” I paused when his long, cold index finger trailed my face stopping at my lips, and his eyes met mine again. They were dark… with lust. “Fuck you.” I muttered with hate and anger dripping in my voice. “I believe even right now, all you want is me.” He mused and he wasn’t wrong, because he never said I couldn’t leave. Yet, I found myself staying, and hoping he would change. “And all that completes me is you.” His lips cam crashing on mine. *** Eden Montclair is your everyday surgeon who tries to get by every surgery without complications, she has created high hopes for herself that she would inherit her grandmother’s hospital. She soon finds out that the hospital was dying and they might need to merger it with the biggest healthcare foundation in the country, only on the condition that her little sister, Evangeline marries the heir to the foundation. Eden’s life soon falls into chaos when Evangeline ran away to avoid that fate, and now Eden is in the front line to marry the Heir of the Adler Foundation. Theron Adler. A cold-blooded and precise surgeon, who doesn’t have many interests in life, and a diagnosed psychopath. That’s not all, he is also the older brother of her ex-boyfriend and they both had history together.

Der Adler Ich sehe sie aus der Dusche kommen, die Wassertropfen auf ihrem Körper, ich würde gerne ihren Platz einnehmen. Ich gebe ihr einen Slip und ein Oberteil, das ihre Brüste gut umschmeichelt. · Zieh dich an. Sie dreht mir den Rücken zu, um sich anzuziehen. · Die erste Regel: Schäme dich niemals vor mir. · Die zweite Regel: Zieh dich immer vor mir an und ohne mir den Rücken zuzudrehen. Also schau mich an und nimm das Handtuch ab, um dich anzuziehen. Sie stellt sich mir gegenüber und löst ihr Handtuch. Ich betrachte diesen nackten Körper vor mir: ihre enormen, wohlgeformten Brüste, die mir entgegenstreben, ihr Hintern, den ich hinter ihr erahnen kann. Sie versucht, schnell ihren Slip anzuziehen. · Stopp! Sie hält inne und sieht mich mit einer stummen Frage an. · Dreh dich um, damit ich deinen Körper bewundern kann. Sie dreht sich um, und ich genieße diese prächtige Göttin vor mir. · Du bist wunderschön, Querida. Sie antwortet nicht. · Komm näher, ich helfe dir beim Anziehen. Sie bleibt wie angewurzelt stehen, will nicht näher kommen. · Regel Nr. 3: Tue immer, was ich dir sage. Komm näher. Sibelle ist eine sehr schöne junge Frau, die von den Männern eines Mafiabosses entführt wird: dem furchterregenden Königsadler, der gnadenlos ist. Wird Sibelle sich an dieses Leben anpassen können? Und wird sie das verhärtete Herz des Königsadlers erweichen können? Begleitet mich, um zu erfahren, was mit ihr geschehen wird.

Camilla walks into my study, and the air shifts. She's a distraction I can't afford, but fuck if I can resist her. Her fingers trace the edge of my desk, her eyes locked onto mine. "What are you doing, Camilla?" I growl, my control already fraying. She's a walking temptation, and she knows it. She smirks, her voice a sultry whisper, already undoing me. "Pushing your buttons, Zeke. Seeing how far I can go before you snap." My control falters. I spin her around, pressing her against the desk. My hands roam over her body, and I can feel her submitting. "You want this?" I ask, my voice a low growl. "You want to see the beast you're unleashing?" *** Camilla Dawson never expected to see the sinfully hot stranger she once hooked up with in a public washroom ever again. But fate—or rather, a father she never knew existed—has other plans. Now, she's bound and delivered as payment for a debt, straight into the hands of none other than Zeke Russell—the ruthless kingpin who always gets what he wants. Zeke built his empire on power and control, and he never takes no for an answer. Business or pleasure, the rules are his. It’s been years, but he’s never forgotten the woman who left him wanting more. Now, with Camilla thrust into his world as a replacement for his promised bride, everything spirals into chaos. She was never supposed to matter. Yet somehow, she’s slipping past his defenses, unearthing secrets he’s buried deep—and igniting a dangerous obsession. And when enemies close in, there’s nothing he won’t do to keep her. After all, what’s one more crime in the name of love?

To settle a debt of gratitude, Adriana Adler left her first love and married Chris Slater—a man who, by all appearances, was paralyzed from the waist down. For five years of marriage, he had been her husband. Before that, he'd been the protector she'd known since they were kids. She played her part as his devoted wife—the quiet shadow behind his wheelchair. Chris was certain that no matter how openly he doted on his ex-fiancée—who had just returned from overseas with a child—Adriana would never leave him. What he didn't know was that in Adriana's heart, only obligation remained. The love had died years ago. The day the truth came out, she set the divorce papers calmly in front of him. He panicked. His eyes burned as he grabbed for her, desperate, clinging like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. Adriana looked down at his legs—standing firm and strong—and felt a deep, icy quiet fill her chest. Five years of lies. Five years stolen from the man she truly loved. There would be no forgiveness. The once-untouchable Chris dropped to one knee, his eyes red-rimmed and raw. "Adriana… you're all I have left." Her expression didn't waver. Not a flicker of softness crossed her face. She stepped back toward the man she'd never stopped loving, her voice steady. "But you're not all I have, Chris." He was the power player all of high society scrambled to please—the one who'd lit up her younger years. He'd always assumed she would love him forever; it never crossed his mind she might walk away. But the poised, mixed-heritage gentleman who'd loved her all along said nothing. He simply slid a priceless diamond ring onto her finger. This was the day he had waited five years for. This was the happiness Adriana should have had all along.