Adeana Dickinson Novels & Stories

Sitting there awkwardly, I tried distracting myself by playing with my phone. "McKenna? McKenna Wright?" I looked up to see Adeline, my friend from Yale. "Adeline, is that really you? oh my God.”I stood up to hug her. She hugged me back. "My God, Kenz, why did you just disappear like that? I tried calling and texting but nothing obviously.” I smiled immediately feeling guilty that I ignored her. "I’m sorry, Ada. Things just sort of happened.”I said pulling her to sit with me.

Her candid admission left a poignant pause in the room, a reflection of her longing for companionship in a world where love was both a beautiful and elusive treasure. "Adi, you're probably the pickiest person I've ever met," Ruan playfully teased, the grin on his face revealing his amusement. He couldn't help but agree that Adina had an uncanny talent for attracting individuals who could only be described as "douchebags." It was a reality that she herself had acknowledged, having often found herself entangled with such characters in the past.

"If I say it belongs to the period of the first world war, then that's long enough isn't it?" Eden's statement shocked Megan. Because the period of the first world war had happened thirty years ago, and she saw the figure of Eden who may even have just entered the period of thirty years. "We had a longer period of life Megan," Eden explains. He understood the woman's shock. Megan is back facing forward. She thought that the first war period, meaning when trench warfare took place. The only thing he remembers from Thomas's story or watching a documentary. But what surprised her was Helena's writing which was exactly the same as Eden's saying. Megan, who had read Helena's notebook, fully felt

I can hear someone yelling; it is loud and obnoxious, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Good god.” Kaden mumbles. The weather might be cooling down, but today was an oddly warm day. So, as usual, all the women are running around in their bikinis. I will be the first to say it: they all have unique bodies and no issues showing off. I giggle and pat Kaden on the back. “Who even sells bikinis like that?” Kaden asks. “Those aren’t bikinis, they are pieces of fabric strategically placed and held in place by string,” Dalton mumbles.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

With a quick intake of breath, she finally spoke again. "Okay, I admit. My childish jealousy got the better of me with Ann." Ada said frankly, momentarily stunning Adam as she continued, "I mean, who wouldn't be jealous of the long line of hunks that would happily queue behind each other just to get between her legs?" She giggled. Adam growled in reflex, not wanting to even think about Ann in the arms of another male, and Ada quickly backtracked, apologizing hastily. "That's not what I meant at all, I'm sorry, Adam. I can call you Adam can't I?"

Please save your lives for the sake of your love. Love Ada

I had made the resolve to stay strong and he respected that. As I turned to acknowledge the mystery man I again stood and held out the hand not holding my coffee cup. He reached forward, in front of Rafe, taking my hand and lingering momentarily as I introduced myself. “I am Katelyn Adams, I would say it’s nice to meet you; however, that would be a lie under the circumstances.”. I introduced myself with my full name – I felt it provided a buffer to protect me.

“Aiden was alone, he was an orphan who just roamed around, he didn’t have anyone searching for him, no family or friends that would get him in trouble. He set his house on fire with him inside, and even worse, he forced me to watch every second of it. He forced me to watch my peace burn in front of me before he beat me to death that night. He challenged me to tell you, he told me that he was going to make sure that I regretted it when he told you, and…” I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly and she fisted my shirt, burying her head in my shirt. “I swear, the last thing that I wanted was to disgrace you, Dean. I needed an escape and I found myself being alone…” “Shh,” I whispered,

Linda's voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to her with a weak smile, responding, "I'm fine. I was just thinking if you'd like something to eat or drink." Linda chuckled softly, placing her hand on mine as she spoke, "It's okay. I'm here to spend time with you. Besides, judging by the way Dean rushed off, it seems like he's in a hurry." I smiled back at her and nodded, my eyes flickering back to Drake, who seemed lost in contemplation by the window. "Do you need anything?" I inquired, as he turned to me with a grin mirroring Linda's. Glancing at Linda, I decided to answer the question she had posed to me, "Drake has some work to do, so he'll be away for a week. I guess it's just me