Age Of Adaline A Book Novels & Stories

the dean suggested, leading Bruno and Lizzie to his office along with Adeline's attending physician. "This is Adeline's medical report. Because of the fall, her head was severely injured. The fact she woke up after such a long time is a miracle. However, she has lost all her memories and her mental age has regressed to that of a seven or eight-year-old child," the dean explained, handing the report to Bruno. "Adeline is thirty years old, so she…" Lizzie couldn't finish her sentence. "Correct, she has the body of a thirty-year-old but the mind of a child," the dean confirmed Lizzie's thoughts.

Lina POV. It’s been 2 weeks since Alpha William introduced me to the pack and tomorrow is my 18th birthday. Or technical it’s first the day after tomorrow. But they say the shift always happens at midnight for the day, so that is why it’s being celebrated tomorrow night. I am sitting in the bathtub relaxing a little, last few days have been so busy, Luna Elizabeth planning my birthday party together with my grandma. Even I told them I don’t want anything big. But they tell me 18 is an important birthday.

"In most stories, there's always a big bad wolf, and a meek, sweet girl, but Adaline will burn the world down, with her inside it, and here you are, ready to end the world for love. You have to get with this narrative, and understand it, Adaline is not a meek, small girl that will run to you for help, she's a girl that left home, and ten years later, removing Romania, she has gotten her PhD, is engaged and is financially comfortable." "Do you understand what I am saying, the point I am trying to make? Adaline will never ask for help, but there's good in her, so much good in her, just as there's darkness in her. You could give her flowers, and all the sweet lines, but it won't change anything

Adeline’s pov I tried not to cry again. This was something my tear ducts were used to, it was almost a routine to watch it dry up and so I sucked in the tears and thought happy thoughts. Thoughts that comprised of the good old earlier days. Looking back to the sequence of events which brought me to that house of brooding mystery, of sinister undercurrents and disturbing echoes. I sat on a wooden bench I had found as I became lost in thought all alone in the darkness.

“Go straight. It’s a glass door.” I follow her instructions and find myself in a large, rectangular room. The place has a musty smell to it. I look around, overwhelmed. How am I supposed to find anything in this place. The books reach the ceiling. I see an old-fashioned computer sitting just next to the door, and I make my way over there. It’s already open to the search engine, and I type in “Blood Moon Hybrid.” The system is old and slow, and it takes a couple of minutes for the book titles to begin showing up.

“Now, what do you think about leaving me these documents? I picked up the folder on the table, and we can enjoy our lunch” Adeline swallowed hard, and felt much more nervous than before. For some reason, she felt like I was flirting with her. “But that couldn't be possible, could it?” she thought, realizing she was just a fat, ugly woman. She was thirty-two years old, but for some reason, she felt forty. “Yes, of course,” she said and forced a smile onto her face. The meal was silent for most of the time, interrupted only by the sound of cutlery. Until her companion decided to break the silence with his powerful voice.

To the world she was ugly but for them, she was their dear Freya the Nobel girl. His mother had tried to do numerous experiments to remove the hair from her face and body. She even tried to wax it and used chemicals, but it turned out to be very painful and she was hospitalized for weeks. So no one experimented with her body and let her be the way she was. Loved by her family she did not need anyone’s sympathy and had grown into an independent woman. He had to go on and off for business lately but returned today to surprise her as it was a special day for her but she surprised him by vanishing into the dense forest before he came. He knew his sister was quite different from the normal girls

It didn't take me long to remember that I saw her in my dream. I think about that face a lot. The woman who sent me back, whose hair turned white before me. Let go Adriane. The day I tried to end it all. With the pretty pink pills. She told me to go back. I looked at the picture again, more intently this time and looked at the little girl in her father's arms. She was probably three or four years old, but I could clearly see it now. Although I didn't have any pictures of myself when I was four and under, the other pictures of me when I was still small made it quite clear.

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.

But anyone with half a brain could see the cracks were still there, and my father was hoping to slide in, offer a bailout, and buy the Kingswell name for pennies. I walked into Le Papillon Noir, flowers in hand, already mentally drafting my exit strategy. I scanned for someone seated alone. “Anthony?” I turned and saw her—mid-twenties, maybe younger. Long black hair tucked behind one ear, soft amber eyes, a maroon dress that matched the mood of the restaurant but somehow made her glow like she belonged in daylight. “I’m Adaline,” she said, standing to greet me. I blinked. Not what I expected. Not intimidating. Not overdone. Not some porcelain doll sent by Priscilla. She was naturally beautif