Novels by julesadubi

Adrian.It's been a few seconds, and a million excuses have crossed my mind on how to respond. There was one in particular that was quite convincing. ‘I was just walking by; where you looking for me?’ If it wasn't that, then I might as well say I've been standing here for the past hour.Nikolai was no fool. I will go with the first.“Adrian…” When I heard the voice a second time, it didn't sound threatening, nor like Nikolai’s. Rather it was soft, sweet and delicate, it wasn't a man's voice.Isabel…I quickly turned to look at her. I've never been so happy to bump into someone in many years.“Isabelle.” She walked closer and when she was just a foot away, there were sturdy footsteps that were approaching.Nikolai's.I leaned forward and kissed Isabelle's lips. Wrapping my hands around her waist line, I pressed her body on mine, giving off an impression that we've been bonding.Suddenly the steps stopped, after a few seconds, it became distant by the minutes. He must have watche

Adrian.I was frozen in place like a startled rabbit. Though Nikolai was gone, it was as if he was still sitting right next to me.He left a malicious presence in the air.It was the first time I felt someone's rage burning in my chest. I could tell-he meant every word he said. One mistake, and I could lose my life in this place.When Gabriel had said I should live here after the wedding, for a moment I felt liberated from my father, but every bit of that feeling crumbled to the ground after Nikolai’s threat.I knew this was a suicide mission, but why does it burn this much, hearing those words from him?I clenched my eyes shut trying to heave in deep breaths to calm my nerves, but it was useless.Just before I could drink from my glass, the sound of heels clicking the tiled floor echoed in my ears, and I dwindled in the direction.Vivian.I sneered.“If you want my advice, then I'd tell you to stay away from Nikolai.” She took her seat, placing a hot cup of tea on the table. There

AdrianThere was a momentarily silence. Everyone's eyes were on him. There was an imposing iciness in his cold but charming eyes. Even the staff and Mancini's were afraid of looking him in the eye. A subtle rustling of his fabric could be heard as the man placed his hands in his pockets.His sleeves were folded on his arm, revealing a bite mark close to his wrist. I should have flared up in anger, hearing him oppose the union, but curiosity clouded my heart. “Do you think you deserve Isabelle? You Morettis!” His gaze bore into mine.I held my breath waiting for his judgement. After a long while he said, “Aren't you just an illegitimate son?” His words were direct, but it only made me wonder what rights he had to give such opposing opinions. Every attraction I felt when he walked in, was completely shredded. I could feel my insides in chaos, but I didn't utter a word. I didn't break my gaze, neither did he. When his tongue stroked his lips, I felt like pulling him closer and we

Adrian PovDing!An alarm sounded.(Engagement dinner at the Mancini's)When I saw the alarm, I clenched my fist for a moment. My lungs felt as though there was a clog, blocking air from passing through. What was worse than getting married to the daughter of the family who tried to kill me? As if living as the son of a man who only belittles and insults me at every chance he got was not enough, I had to marry into the enemy's household.When I woke up from a coma four months ago, my father didn't even let me regain consciousness when he told me the Mancini's had tried to have me killed.Their quest for power and control over every business in the city was alarming. The only family that competed against them was no other than the Moretti.But in mass, in wealth, in strength, Mancini's was far greater.Since the Moretti's and the Mancini's were in the same line of business, a feud is something that was unavoidable, at least, that's what my father explained.It's been only a few months

AdrianAt the far end corner of the club, I was seated alone.Masked up.It was the perfect spot to watch the pole dance of the strippers. There was a new guy and he was the perfect shade of brown.Hands have always done it for me, and his were well shaped as the rest of him. Strong and tan, edged with dark locks that fell on his shoulder blade.His perfect abs, and the way he swings around the pole tells me he's been doing it for years.When he placed his long finger in his lips, I imagined it gripping my cock and others moving in my ass as he lowered his head to suck. I wondered whether his stubble would prickle.I've had guys who've rasped my balls, leaving my perineum a bit sore. Those were one of the happy days, too bad, tonight was my last night coming to the gay club. Even though I had imagined that this day would be nearly impossible to avoid, I had never expected it so soon.Like every other family like mine, an alliance marriage was not something I could avoid. A marriage