Adeleine Kirby Novels & Stories

I simply raised my glass to them. A young girl stepped forward. She wore a blue ball gown with her hair tied up in a bun. She bowed down before me as I sighed heavily. “What’s your name, little one?” I watched her densely. “Adele. Adeline Sarah Cohen” She bowed her head before me as I leaned forward-looking into her eyes. “Would you like a dance, Adele?” I offered her, and she gasped, looking into my eyes as my eyes shifted to her mother, who gave her an affirmative.

Successful. Each sentence drove the blade deeper. Adele—my Adele—had never worked a day in her life before me. I'd clipped her wings myself, ordered her into silence, into submission, into a gilded cage she never asked for. This woman was entirely different. And yet… "She's romantically linked to Raphael Dumas," Syrus continued, voice tight. "Long-term partner. They have twins together." The world narrowed. I turned the page, and it felt heavier than a stone plate.

She pointed out. I don’t have an attitude I said denying her. “Mina we haven’t been out in a long time.” Adeline butted in. Adeline was the quiet one. The one that kept to herself. She has long straight brown hair with some lighter streaks in it and green eyes. She’s tall and has the body that most girls would dream for. “Fine.” I answered giving in getting out of bed. “Okay be ready in three hours.”Brielle said as they walked out of my room.

Mirabelle wasn't sure what Adele had in mind but she was sure she wouldn't like the idea. "He just has to do something for me. I won't involve him in this." Mirabelle said nothing more and simply followed Adele to the car that was parked in a vacant space in the parking lot. Mirabelle Johnson was a friend of Adele. She wasn't a child brought up from a rich family, she knew Adele from childhood and Adele had genuinely liked her. Mirabelle was an assistant bank manager in one of the city's big banks and she was well paid, enough to have her blend in in the gatherings of the socialite or when she hung out with Adele and their equally rich friends.

I tell them that it needs to be someone they trust but not her. “They need to not know who is looking into people in the office. So come up with a different person.” I tell them. “What about Kelsy?” Alek asks. “Who is Kelsy?” Kylynn asks. “She is a girl that we have known since the four of us were in grade school. She and her wife Leena are actually Lance’s and mine, plus one for the gala. Kelsy is beyond amazing when it comes to hacking and computers. She is self-taught but also went to school for all of that type of shit. If she can’t dig up something, then no one can. She actually runs a business where companies call her, and they give her permission to try and hack into their sy

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

Haden said, wiping the dishevelled hair out of my face with the tip of the knife. "It's a miracle really, scarcely an ounce of physical strength in sight, yet this whole archive of mentality and courage. It will be a shame if I have to kill her, the snarky comments, sarcastic responses and challenging questions are just so... but of course, Alpha Leonardo Loren of the Stella pack, you already know that. Despite your power and influence over so many wolves, you still fail to control your 17-year-old mate? There must be something about her, something more than a stiff upper lip." Haden said. "Anyway, I bid my fondest farewells to the Stella pack and I'll be expecting to see you and your sister

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

“If that’s the case, then tell me… do you find me attractive?” She laughed. Loud. I had to give her time to compose herself before she responded. “You have some attractive qualities, Mr. Knight. But then there are the repulsive qualities that kind of balance it out, so…” she shrugged and hugged the folder in her hands before turning to grab the door. “Repulsive? Strong word, Ms. Greene,” I said as I followed her out and walked with her to the elevators. “Tell me, if you had to use any other adjectives to describe me, what would they be?”