Abdl Novels & Stories

Adele was shaken by her father's thunderous shout and it made her keep quiet and sob silently as she hiccuped. Adaline frowned deeply at her father's statement, she was finding it hard to understand the logic in what he spouted, he said he would not let his daughter get married to a psychologically abnormal man but what about her? she was also his daughter too right? They were twin sisters and she was the younger one, then what did he mean by his words? She was wondering who Mr Drew was because she never met him in person, Adele was the only person who had seen him. She was wondering what he would look like, how old was he. Fifty years old? Sixty years old? Or even higher or maybe lower.

envelope to give to Dalton, “Why are you cuffed? I thought you were working for Argent.” I said it more as a statement because when I saw him at the police department he acted like Argent’s body guard and now he is sitting in front of me with a busted up face and hands cuffed in front of him. He was going to answer but he dropped his gaze from mine. I kicked at the ground and got my so-called brothers attention. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes, “Look, I’m not Argent is using me. Long story short, I was adopted when I was a newborn. I grew up in Alabama and when I got into my teen years I found out I could,” he looked at his hands and rubbed them together, “do things. With my mind. I

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”

Shadow turned his head towards Lara and whispered “With Dana, always. However, this is what I call well-behaved.” “Ha… ha…. Ha….” Lara laughed heartily while Ben shot daggers at Shadow. Shadow feigned ignorance and kept looking in the opposite direction. The sermon was short and sweet. No one present knew Angus. Lytton shared his memories of a young and mischievous boy he knew. Everyone paid their respects. “Rest in peace. Your vengeance is my homage.” Ben whispered as he paid his respects. Everyone dispersed solemnly. His tombstone read “This is the resting place of Alexander Abdon, son of Eldora Abdon.” No date of birth, No death date!

he muttered while sipping his morning coffee. Adam looked out from his balcony with eyes filled with anger. He seemed tired, having spent several days tracking Abigail's whereabouts without success. It appeared that she was hiding somewhere unknown. "Hans! Check the boutiques she frequently visit. Abigail has no more allies. That damn Andersen is already dead!" Adam ordered one of his mercenaries. "Very well, sir!" he responded. The pocket money given by Abigail was still substantial. Although Adam had distanced himself from the corrupt coalition with his sister-in-law, he had enough funds to meet his needs and pay those he needed.

Abaddon, typically a man of few words, was unusually receptive, his eyes fixed on Aurelia, taking in every detail of her presence. Aurelia smiled, feeling the weight of Abaddon's attention. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Abaddon nodded, his deep voice resonating through the air. "Indeed, it is. Perfect for a walk in the park." As they continued their leisurely pace, Aurelia couldn't help but notice Abaddon's quiet nature, which contrasted with his usual assertiveness. She took the opportunity to ask a few questions, curious to know more about the enigmatic man beside her.

The moonlight painted silver streaks across the forest as Luna stood beside Kael at the edge of the border. The air was heavy, not just with the scent of night blooms but with the whisper of power—the kind that slithered into your bones and coiled tightly around your instincts. They were not alone. Shadows moved beyond the trees, too silent to be mere animals. Then, from the darkness, stepped Vaelith. He was taller than Luna remembered, his presence cloaked in elegance and menace. Hair black as pitch, eyes the color of liquid amethyst—he was beautiful in a dangerous, intoxicating way. The High Lord of the Eastern Lands, the Warlock King.

Marcus and Eleanor coordinated with Helena to ensure that misinformation and provocations were consistent, layered, and strategically timed. The household responded with precision. Abby clarified professional responsibilities and provided transparent records to all stakeholders. Aubrey maintained direct engagement with allies and children, mitigating indirect pressures. Mathapelo and Kate reinforced emotional and spiritual fortitude. Gail analyzed patterns of deception, predicting manipulative sequences and advising preemptive countermeasures.

"I'm sorry?" "You said most handsome Blackwater brother. Nero is taller." "Height," Abel said carefully, "is not the same as handsome." "He has better bone structure." Abel turned fully from the mirror. "Excuse me. I have exceptional bone structure. This—" he gestured at his face, "—is exceptional bone structure." "It's fine bone structure." "FINE." He pointed at me. "You're doing this on purpose." "I'm just being honest." "You're being cruel. On a night when I have been nothing but kind and generous and—"

Edward added and took Adelia's hand. "I know," Adelia said in a small voice. Bob took a drink and caught his breath for a moment before continuing his sentence. “Mr. Afgan fudged his medical resume, he is not permanently disabled nor does he suffer from reproductive impotence.” Adelia rounded her eyes looking deeply at Bob. Edward could not escape his surprise either. "Yes, Mrs. Adelia. She did all that to lie to Melinda and the Al-Futtaim family." “So?” Adelia still asked with a trembling voice.