Abdl Novels & Stories

"Wao, Alex, this is... Wao!" Abbie looked at everything in surprise, she could not decide which room to direct her attention completely. “Do you need something?” I turned to see a man in a black chef's suit, I assumed it was a professor. "I have a meeting with Louis Anderson,” I said on guard. As soon as he smiled, I knew this had been a bad idea. "That's me,” he said with an English accent. Shit. His eyes sparkled with interest at the sight of Abigail by my side.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

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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.

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.”

Dale turned slowly, her breath increasing. She had turned to see someone flat on the mud. She couldn't recognize the figure. All she knew was that he was a human being was now in complete deformation. His pelvic joint was now pushed out and his right arm now amputated. His legs twisted in a position beyond repair. He muttered some words and was in great pain. Slowly turned towards her direction, stretching his plate forward still muttering the arms incantation. Jessy felt Dale's grip was beginning to loosen from her waist.

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

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Say Aahva. Abelard is walking into the living room in only shorts and no clothes, walk without saying anything, sit back on the sofa beside Aimer all of a sudden. His gaze towards the ceiling, just silent without saying a word from his mouth. There were several bruises and bandages on Abelard’s body. His breathing was normal, and he was quite relaxed. Aimer and Aahva exchanges glances, both of them suddenly sit down nicely and turn their gazes to Abelard.