Adele Hot Novels & Stories

It’s her birthday morning. Adele happily received all the birthday gifts from Decker. “Happy birthday, flower,” Decker kissed her forehead and presented a red velvet box in her hand, “What’s this? Don’t tell me...” “Oh! My God,” Adele’s eyes sparkled with the glimpse of a stunning cushion-shaped brilliant diamond shimmering through that red velvet box, “It’s big,” looking at her reaction, Decker chuckled. “Big? I was looking for something bigger than this, but...”

, I questioned with a forced, nervous chuckle but Adele isn't smiling at all. "I told you I did not want to ruin the dress!", Adele shrieked as she hit her right foot on the floor. "Well, I-", I started with another gulp but my eyes trailed down and I got distracted right away. Adele's low neckline has come down a lot more, in a not so- modest way. What I am trying to say is that I have a fair view of the upper part of her boobs. She heaved slowly with her boobs going up and then down and I felt my crotch twitch. What the fuck?

I kissed the back of her neck, surprisingly gentle. “Damn… you’re something else,” I muttered. “Not like the others. You actually get the music. You get me.” Adele turned her head, a soft, genuine smile on her lips. “Your track is fire, Nate. Raw. Real. Just like how you fuck.” She paused, then added quieter, “We should be more careful though. Heather’s already suspicious.” “Yeah,” I agreed, even as I was still buried inside her. “We will. But I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

“He's so hot, Venice!” Camille grabbed her wrist gently. “Come on.” They moved through the crowd. Conversations lowered slightly as Venice passed not because she was famous, but because she carried herself like someone who belonged among the elite. Then Camille stopped. At the center of the room stood a man surrounded by investors, politicians, and socialites. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that probably cost more than Venice’s monthly rent. His hair was dark, styled effortlessly. His jaw sharp. His expression unreadable.

Bella really didn't expect that Nicholas could be this rude to her, telling her to do things beyond reason. “Answer me, Bella. "Dare you answer something that makes me emotional, then I won't hesitate to make love to you in the lobby of this hotel." Bella's breath was short, she didn't even know if Nicholas was human or not. “Mr Adam, I hate you. I really hate you.” Hearing this, Nicholas immediately fell silent, especially when Bella started crying. Nicholas immediately moved his body away from Bella and threw a drug at Bella. "Drink, I don't want you to get pregnant."

“You're drenched already. What's the point of leaving now?” Adele glared up at him, breathless and dripping, strands of hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. “This is a new dress. The fabric doesn't do well with hot water. It's going to shrink,” she hissed, though her voice lacked venom. The heat of the water, the warmth of his body so close that it betrayed her words. Detroit’s lips curved slowly, dangerously. He took a step closer, caging her against the foggy glass. The spray ran down his toned body. “That's not a problem. I'll get you another one.”

"THE HAWTHORNE HURRICANE: CEO OF HAWTHORNE GLOBAL HOLDINGS SPOTTED WITH…GIRLFRIEND?" Adele’s breath caught. Her image was blurred—but not enough. Not enough to stop people from digging. Her heart pounded as her past whispered from the shadows, threatening to claw its way back into the spotlight.

The last thing we need is Hope going missing. "Mmm, I might just of enjoyed that." She answered as she pulled me towards Hope. I don't know about her, but the heat had just picked up. And all I did was get a peck. I was desperate to share that woman's body, claiming it as my own. ----

No one, absolutely no one would touch what is mine, Adele is mine to fuck and I swear by Poseidon's left testicles, I would fuck her. ADELE'S P.O.V Another day in school and lectures haven't started yet but I was already drained by the much toxic people around. No I am not claustrophobic but I hate to see people having to talk, while I do my thing; reading. Suddenly, I felt a shadow covering the pages of my book and when I look up, it was none other than Abella, a typical popular slut. Funny how she got the name from her own best friends because she slept with their boyfriends and kept it a secret.

Thank you for not dropping the book, thank you for adding to library and thank you for not getting bored with Adrien and Camille 🤭 🌸 You all don't know how happy it makes me 🥹 Please stick to Camille and Adrien's story because it's about to get hot 🔥 Muah as you continue (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) **Author Carabella｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡**