Writhe Adamu-kun Manga Novels & Stories

I mean my rejected mate is getting stronger by the day huh? Tch! I'll never accept still, never! Satisfied with ogling at Adam,I brought out a sliver pen knife I used as a crotch for my bun I had to wrap it up cause a slight contact with the metal blade would really affect me I took slow and steady strides to Adam I have to get this done as quick as possible and I don't want anyone coming in Standing right beside Adam's bed,I had a much closer look of his present condition. Both of his wrists are connected with tubes and he wore an oxygen mask

But it is the surprise of it that makes him fall. He falls to the ground, just as more men rush in. Lumi, Cole, and Fleur are distracted by Adam, so it takes them a moment to focus on the fight. Those few precious, wasted seconds cost them. Lumi is shot yet again, but it is in his upper arm and he ignores it. Fleur is rushed by two men, who land a few solid blows before Cole catches the one, nearly ripping his head from his shoulders. He takes the other's head between his hands and twists, the sound of the man's neck snapping loudly fills the room. It takes all the strength in Adam's tired, aching body to push to his feet and swing on the man nearest him. His fist catches him in the back of

He waved his hands and started to jog outwards. A few minutes later, Adam came back with steel wool in his hands, "I wasn't able to find any steel wool." He said as he showed what he's holding in his hands. "However, I used my necro to create one," He scratched his head and smiled, "I don't even need to leave here, after all, I was worried a kuishinbo might attack you."

I closed my eyes and waited for him to take my life as well. ANIKA'S POV:- I opened my eyes as I felt pain on my scalp. I felt as if someone was tugging my hair aggressively. I looked up and found Adam crying crazily. He was breathing heavily and his heart was drumming so fast inside his rib cage that I felt he was about to have a heart attack. He was soaked in his own sweat. As if someone might have poured a bucket of water on him. Even his hair was dampened with his sweat. He felt as if he was having a nightmare. As if he was trying to run away from something or someone, he was kicking his legs like that.

Does she even know that memory exists? Adam bursts back in, crumbs on his shirt, clutching a half-eaten cookie. “Mathew! Look what I drew!” He thrusts a paper at me...stick figures. One tall with messy hair like mine, a woman with long braids, and a little boy in the middle holding both hands. “That’s us as a Family.” My throat tightens. “It’s perfect, champ.” I pull him onto my lap, burying my face in his hair for a second. He smells like innocence and hope. “You know I love you, right?”

His forehead wrinkled looking at the woman who was groaning in pain under her body. "Unlucky! Don't tell me you're still a virgin, woman.” Adam tried to reconfirm what had crossed his mind. One failed stroke, two missed strokes, up to three times Adam's stamp was now able to enter the woman, even if only half of it. The woman screamed loudly before her body went limp under Adam Anderson's control. Adam froze for a moment, wanting to stop what he was doing, but the desire was too much for him at this point. not caring about the woman who was now unconscious, Adam continued to move faster and faster to complete his great desire for the beautiful woman under his body.

he growled, leaning over her back, his chest hair rasping against her skin as he kneaded harder, slapping the undersides to watch them jiggle. Nova's moans turned frantic, her pussy fluttering around him, the dual assault on her body pushing her toward the brink. Not satisfied, Adam hooked his arms under her knees and hoisted both her legs up, folding her like a pretzel. Her ass lifted higher, pussy angled perfectly for his relentless pounding.

He was soaked in his own sweet and he wimpered below the sheets. “Adam.” No response. “Adam.” I called again and he jerked up with a start. I watched him try to understand what was happening and slowly he rose into a sitting position. Adam sat along the edge of the bed, elbows on knees, with his head bent low. The sheet had fallen from his back, showing the tight lines of his shoulders, the contour of his muscles beneath skin. His hands were clenched in his hair. I stood up slowly. "Adam?"

In a room where the furniture consisted of only a small bed, a table and a small sized wardrobe, a young man lay on the bed uncaring about the water dripping of his dark hair onto the small bed. If someone else was in the room, they would be surprised at how the young man kept staring into space. Of course that young man was Adam and he was currently reading his profile according to the Arrogance System. ____ [ HOST: Adam Wilson ] Balance: $12,450

There was Adam who was opening one by one his shirt worm. Her intention was to keep her eyes peeled, but Jes's eyes refused to close. Jes saw Adam who was unbuttoning his shirt until it ran out, until he showed Adam's body shape clearly. Broad chest, muscular arms and stomach boxes like torn bread. Almost perfect made Jes gulp down her saliva. Adam threw his shirt all over the place. His hands shifted to unbuckling his belt, Jes quickly closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what he shouldn't have seen.