Age Of Adaline A Book の小説・ストーリー

Anna clicked her tongue, "so tell me, Anita, who wrote the four books?" "The books were written by Adele," Anita said, "your grandmother. The first queen of the witches. That is when you were really Zaekyr." She said. "Adele?" Anna stared at her. "Yes. But she only wrote the first three books." Anita said and hesitated, "As you can see the last book is full of dangerous magics and spells, including the death spell, that's why you can't memorize anyone of them and that's why the book was not able to be copied into different pages, because the writers would inevitably learn the spells and die before they can learn to control it."

Adeline glanced at her mother, “And then, your father suddenly asked me, ‘What shall we name her, my love?’” “We will name her Quinn Adeline…” Both Adeline and her father said the same words for which he mentioned it by mouth while she mentioned it in her mind. Ever since Adeline was in kindergarten, other parents have admired her parents, for the reason they always tell them; little Adeline’s parents were lucky to have her as their child. Even her kindergarten teacher had planned to apply her for an early entrance or grade-skipping from kindergarten sped up to grade school because even though Adeline was at the same age as the other children in kindergarten, she excelled in all the activiti

Adeline smiles looking around at all of them, and says, “Hello, it is nice to meet you all.” All of them drink to the health of Lilia and Adeline and have a fun time catching up. As Adeline had been asleep for almost a century, there were so many things that had changed. They all have fun explaining to her the features, uses, and functions of different things like the television and mobile phones.

Then she put it on Nina’s wound. “Take care of your hand. Don’t get the band-aid dirty again,” said Adeline. Nina nodded her head. “How old are you?” asked Adeline suddenly. “Me? Five years,” replied Nina. “Ah, it turns out you’re older than me.” “Yes. We are one year apart,” said Nina. Adeline smiled again. “Come on. You are done, right?” asked Adeline. “We’re back to class. Our teacher must have waited a long time,” said Adeline.

She wanted to read, but there were no books in the new house—she’d forgotten to bring them. “Oh, wait… Mom gave me a package from Aunt Samantha earlier. Maybe there are books inside,” Adeline said to herself, happily grabbing the paper bag. Inside were two books with different covers: The Marriage Secrets and The Baby Book. Samantha had obviously chosen them for Adeline. “I’m not really interested in these kinds of books… but it’s better than being bored,” she muttered, settling on the sofa with the books. Inevitably, she drifted off to sleep while reading—a habit she’d had for years.

Adeline Early in the morning, I was in front of the wardrobe looking for something to wear. I didn't know what, because I felt huge. My belly grew bigger and bigger and the clothes were too luxurious for my taste. I kept looking and picked a simpler, more comfortable piece. I wore gray sweatpants and a white short”sleeved shirt. I left the room and started walking around. I didn't go around it many times, as the house was huge and I got tired quickly, but I enjoyed looking at the works of art on the walls. Beautiful painting and decorative objects to the point of hypnotizing someone. I took a few more steps and saw a painting of a blond boy with caramel eyes, who couldn't have been more than

“Okay, if you don't want to talk about what you experienced, that's fine. You still need time to calm yourself down. Get some rest, beautiful woman. Now you are safe in our house.” “Mr. Roney, Mrs. Miranda, thank you for helping me. I am very indebted to you two.” “You're welcome. It is our duty as fellow human beings to help each other,” replied Mr. Roney with a smile. Mrs. Miranda also smiled. Adaline smiled because she met people as good as them. “What is your name, Daughter, and where do you live?” Mrs. Miranda asked. “I'm Adaline Herbert, I live in urban Canada.”

Adaline could neither talk nor could she scream as she continued holding her chest. Irene noticed what was happening as she called her name but Adaline, who couldn't hear anything at that moment, didn't answer. A few seconds later, Adaline suddenly fell off her wheelchair as she lay lifeless on the ground. “Mother!!!”

We walk in and a girl is sitting in the middle, her back is facing us. “That is Adore; she spends most of her time reading. She was raped by her stepfather when she was fourteen. She thinks books make her feel alive again! I think she has read most of the books that are here. Once she reads, it's hard to get her attention.” Tay informs, and I walk to the girl.

GISELLE I told them about Adeline as much as I could remember about her -which wasn't much, and whatever I remembered about her wasn't great. Adeline was a trouble child from the beginning. She was three years older than me and never left an opportunity to terrorise or bully me. I still remember my deep relief when she disappeared and never returned. But now, staring at her face on the screen made me feel uncomfortable, the same way she had always made me feel.