Adaline Book Novels & Stories

Alan said exasperatedly, glaring at his sister; who wasn't even fazed by it. "Sucks to be you, and for the record, I hate you too. Now shut up and tell me all about New York, how has your stay been? Any girl?" She asked all at once and Alan's eyes widened a fraction when she said any girl, his mind immediately rushed to Amanda but he shook his head and regained his composure. "There is no girl" he muttered, avoiding her eyes. Adilah stayed quiet and just stared at him before tsking "You liar, your face totally says that there's a girl! Common, tell me about her" she persuaded, nudging him with her shoulder

Even though they were miles apart, Alina could almost see the bright smile on her mother’s face. They talked for hours, Alina didn’t even realize how much time had passed until she glanced at the clock. When the call finally ended, Alina sat still for a moment, hugging her phone to her chest. Then she stood up and walked to her bookshelf. Her fingers brushed along the spines of several books before stopping at one particular title “Seven Days Before Goodbye” by Aria Bennett. A small smile tugged at her lips as she pulled it out. That book was her favorite not just because it was beautifully written, but because every word inside it felt strangely personal. It was as if someone had written he

Then Talisa left her to go wash up which she'll soon realise was her mistake. Adalyn watched until her friend disappeared and waited till she heard water running before grabbing Talisa's bag and searching through it. Her best friend had been behaving strangely lately and she couldn't wait to find that out. The moment she saw the book she was looking for, she dropped the bag and took the book out. "I wonder what's in this book that she's hiding" She opened to the first page and her hand froze. What she saw written at the top of the page wasn't something she was expecting at all. She stared blankly at the words

“I am. Damion has gone to get that spell book.” “Oh.” Nadia takes Adeline’s hand and guides her onto the stage to sit on the table placed there. The table they had had sex on for the first time in almost a century. “Let’s sit and talk.” “Should I tell them everything?” Adeline asks, looking disheveled. “No. Just think of it this way. Once they get the book and Tasha reads it, she would know what has to be done, and do you think she would do it?”

Alyne looked around but didn't see Lucy or Danish in line. 'Maybe they have gone by the previous bus,' she thought. "Alyne, 11th grade, majoring in Science." Hearing her name, Alyne raised her hand and walked out of the line, she got into the bus after signing the absence. Her feet stepped towards the back of the bus, the front looked a bit full she decided to sit in the back bench, alone. She chose a chair in the far left back corner, after landing her butt on the chair, she immediately opened the novel she had just taken from her bag.

ADELINE The phone slipped from my grip but I could care less what happened to it. There was no coming back from this. There might have been a glimmer of hope if I was some famous celebrity who could flip over scandals with one press conference, but I wasn’t. I was Adeline, a mere gold digging commoner whose father had too much of a gambling addiction to be anything but a bum. Elena Archer’s exact words, not mine.

she said turning the pages onto the next bloodline, both paused seeing the ink splattered against the entire page “Oh no,” Layana said as she raised the book to see better but it was difficult, Declan took the book from her ‘House Adair… with the ability to read one’s mind and to destroy… it’s hard to make out,” he murmured raising the book closer to his face, but it was futile, the ink had covered it completely, “Read one’s mind I'm sure that’s what I did…” she said, Declan turned the page but like the page before it, the ink had covered it completely.

Adaline possesses more authority than most alpha males and can even command them, a skill attributed to her lineage. “It’s okay,” I mumbled, even though I hadn’t heard a word the presenter said. Everyone was dismissed from the meeting, but I remained with Adaline. She handed me a strong glass of whiskey, which I gulped down. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, knowing me all too well. She handed me another glass. “Did you see your handsome enemy again?” she purred, and I grimaced at the thought of him. I’d never abhorred anyone as much as I hated that man, and I promised myself I would make his life as miserable as mine.

I need to be comfortable if I am going to collapse. I pick up a new book to read, it is titled Haunting Adeline and it is a dark romance. I start reading the book to pass the time and about twenty minutes later, “Luna, you were right. Austiin and Cyrus followed him home and when he knocked on the door, a blonde girl opened the door and let him in,” Harlan tells me through our connection.

His handwriting was precise, almost sterile. Alina read the first line—‘I don’t know why I did the things I did.’—and stopped. She folded the paper once, then tore it in half. “I don’t need his reasons,” she said quietly. Elise smiled faintly. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” That evening, Alina walked down to the waterfront. The air smelled of salt and spring rain. The city lights shimmered on the water’s surface, bending and breaking with every ripple.