Adeleine Kirby Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Adeline said in vexation. Adrian really liked Adeline. He liked her even more when she rejected him. He couldn't help but think that it was karma coming back to bite him. After all, he had also turned down a handful of ladies. "Adele, you haven't told me why you're still here." "I was at a bar with my friend, but somehow she got super drunk. I'm here to buy some things that could help her sober up." "Oh, are you heading back to the bar now?" Adrian smiled wickedly at her.

"We both know that my parents have passed away." "Yes, I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about Cailynn..." Adeline sipped her wine gracefully—a gesture that made Axel clearly see that this woman was used to having wine in her hand, unlike a woman he knew who couldn't handle the effects of alcohol. "I didn't invite her." "That's even more surprising to me," the smile on Adeline's lips already indicated that she really suspected something. But who cared about her suspicion? "I thought you weren't that close,"

Decked in the complete design of the exquisite handmade couture, was none other than, Mayven Bayani. Carlo's ex, Adele's nemesis and an upcoming signed model in Arsenio's Excellency Modeling Agency. What in the absolute heck?!

A conniving grin flashed through the lady’s lips as she finished her drink. “No, let me handle it.” Then, she slightly turned towards Hyde’s direction and sent him the most mischievous grin she could ever have. Hyde knows what she meant and kept quiet. Last night, she just did a few diggings before going to bed and found out that Robert Smith, 45 years old and the new CEO of the famous car company is a womanizer. Well, she could feel the favor’s on her side. Adeline grabbed another glass of cocktail as she stunningly strode towards the fourth table without anyone noticing. She loosened the pin on her wavy hair and let it flow down through her shoulders.

A week ago she would have been exactly his speed. “Come on in Adele. Your plaything’s being a goody goody anyway,” she said, walking out of the lane disinterestedly. Aaron was afraid to look, genuinely afraid. Had he missed Adele’s presence while this vixen played with his head? Were they both messing with him? “Hello Keira,” Adele said carefully, sizing her up. “Why are you here?” “Always straight to the point with you and Ethan. Isn’t that the best thing about them Ronnie?”

Once they were gone, the eyes of the ladies turned malicious. “There are several pheasants that pretend to be phoenixes,” Lady Yeri said and the whole circle cackled. Natalia chuckled and turned her head just in time to see the saintess candidate walking up to their circle. “Greetings ladies. I am Adelie Grayson from the Grayson Barony. I am pleased to make your acquaintance” she introduced. “The church has a good eye for people. I can see you will shine so marvelously in the presence of our god, Miss Adelie”

“And she’s…” Evelyn’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t compare yourself to Lysandra. That girl doesn’t know love from obsession. And as for Delilah, let me make something clear; women will come and go in an Alpha’s life, Sienna. They always do. They will try to seduce him. Some will even sleep with him. Others will kiss him. They will openly flirt with him in front of you. You will be angry. You will fight him. And you are going to set boundaries. But these women come and they go. What matters… is the woman who stays. What matters is the woman who stands by her side until the very end. Because if I'm going to be very realistic, there's always going to be someone that is younger, more beautiful, more gr

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.

“But mother, stop crying. It would still have been rape if the Baron hadn’t taken me that day, but it would be a husband who could do it every day, over and over. So, listen, I’m all right. I would rather have these scars than be subjected to that kind of life.” It stopped her tears, but it was still hard for her to imagine she would be safer being Fabian’s wife. She was confused and unbelieving until she observed what others observed, too. Adalene was friends with the workers in the manor, and the knights had brought her something on arrival from wherever they had been sent off. Even Sir Bertrand peeked inside her room and sang a short melodious song about birds chirping in the garden, and