LOGINAdriana's POV “Oh and you blame me?” I made a face and Draven licked his lip before he chuckled nervously. “I’m just saying…” I noticed how the conversation went from sarcasm from both our parts to him suddenly taking it seriously. “It’s not that I am holding onto anything. I’m just saying that…it’s different from the first time I came here. I feel different about you, about this place, about your kind. I want to understand your world better, just like you have come to understand mine.” I spoke gently and noticed something flash in his icy blue eyes before he opened mouth to say something but shut it right back. “What?” “Nothing.” “Come on, tell me.” I insisted and Draven went silent, swiftly turning me around before pulling me in his arms again. We danced to the music for a while and I decided to brush off whatever he was going to tell me. I’m sure he’d tell me when he feels- “Adriana, I want to talk to you about something.” He suddenly pulled me close, his lips brushin
Adriana's POV “Hey,” Vincent walked in on me, just as I slipped on my velvet skin tight dress, loosening my hair and pulling back a few strands of hair away from my face. “Can we talk?” “Sure,” I threw a look at the clock and started putting on my heels when Vincent suddenly appeared in front of me and I jolted back before sighing. “Sheesh Vincent, you don’t have to do that.” I grumbled, stopping to look up at his somewhat serious expression. “It’s kind of serious.” He slightly licked his lip and my eyebrows immediately shot up. “What’s up?” I stepped closer and he instantly fixated our gazes, making the tension grow even more. “I wanted to ask you something- about us,” he spoke softly and my pulse raced at the mention of “us”. “Did we—did I, mean anything to you?” he looked down for a brief second before locking his eyes in mine again. I almost choked on the air I was breathing. My hands started to sweat a little and I just stared at him for what seemed like forever before I f
Adriana's POV "Fuck!" I hissed, pulling the breaks at the red light, my eyes scanning around the area, squinting them through the window. The rain was pounding down heavily on the van and I ran my trembling fingers through my damp hair, licking my lips slowly. "He went to face Dexter head on. We were not allowed to follow. It was Draven's orders, there was nothing we could do." "Are you fucking crazy?! So what, you just let him walk out like that? What if he something happens to him out there?!" I recalled the scene from this evening and bit on my fingers, closing my eyes briefly, praying that he was going to be okay. He wouldn't have gone out there alone. He must have tagged someone along. He has to. He can't just...leave me alone and run off like that. "Fuck this!" I spat again, taking off, exceeding the speed limit over a mile but I was desperate to get there on time. Edward and Vincent refused to tell me the place they decided to meet up but after crying and breaking down on
Adriana's POV I peeled my eyes open, my vision coming to focus as soon as I sat up on the bed. I noticed Draven already sitting up, leaning against the headboard before he saw me draw in closer to him. "You are still thinking about it." "Give me a break, doll face." he groaned helplessly and I noticed something flash in his eyes again. That familiar emotion. Hurt? Why would he be hurt? "Draven, talk to me." I sat in front of him on my heels and he stopped to look at me, his elbows slumping on his now propped up knees. "It's just fucked up, alright? This whole thing is-" "So you are still thinking about her?" "Can you blame me? This whole time, she's been plotting against me. I honesty thought that she loved me at some point and now that there's a chance that she was lying this entire time--it, it's just so much shit to process." he spoke softly and I nodded. "I understand. But you'll find out the truth yourself. And you'll find out soon, I promise. I'll help you
Adriana's POV I woke up around 5am and started packing my things, knowing that I might have to face Draven in the morning and probably get caught up in the guilt again. It's not like I had a choice. I had to leave. I had to leave him and go back to Dexter, where I'll most likely be used a pawn to draw Draven in. The idea and their plan was too simple. Yet, it seems to be working every time. But not again. No, I wasn't going to let it happen again. I turned, still drawn in my own thoughts with a bunch of clothes in my hand when I noticed Draven standing behind me, making my heart rip right out of my chest and almost drop the clothes. "What are you doing." It wasn't like a question, but more like a demand. "Packing." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Your necklace," My heart dropped at those words. "Where is it?" "I-I took it off." "Why." "Because, just because. I didn't think you'd want me to wear it anymore, now that we aren't together. Besides, it wasn't anything s
Adriana's POV Draven, I don't like it here." I grabbed his hoodie as we moved past the drunk and wasted people, most of them who were vampires, while the rest I am assuming as humans. "And why not?" he spoke loudly enough for me to hear past the wild music. Why a wild party in the middle of the frikken evening? That too, in a random vampires mansion. "Draven, I-" I froze when I noticed a bunch of girls sitting down with us on the sofa, one of them making their way around to sit next to Draven. I squeezed my hands together on my lap and watched them flirt with Draven, while he just sat there in silence, sipping on his drink. I slightly grimaced over the situation before getting up, telling Draven that I wanted to grab a glass of water. He didn't say anything so I took that as my leave and quickly pushed through the people and towards the table of drinks. The place was huge, but with all the people and sick feeling in my stomach, I started to feel claustrophobic within seconds.
Adriana’s POVHow? How did I get chosen?"Of all the people, why me...?" a voice repeatedly asked in my head as I took a few steps forward, fighting back the tears that were now threatening to fall. I felt Draven burning holes through my face as I walked past him, but I kept my gaze on the ground,
Adriana's Pov “Get off me and give me the bottle. I’ll drink it myself.” I raised my voice, knowing very well that he didn’t have the guts or the heart to force himself on me, but at the same time, I knew he would find another way to threaten me.“The things you’d do not to have sex with me,” he
Adriana’s POVI immediately felt a blush creep up on my face when I realized that I was the least dressed-up person in the entire ballroom. Girls were dressed in beautiful, flaunting, and elegant gowns as they giggled and enjoyed the butlers' company. There were at least around twenty or more butl
Adriana’s POVThey say that all of us are truly afraid of something. You can’t really stop being afraid of something by pretending everything that scares you isn’t there. This is my world. A world where you live in constant fear, at least in my eyes, it was.Today was finally the day that I was g







