Age Of Adeline Book Novels & Stories

Even the staff knew never to speak too loudly of things Carlisle wished kept hidden. “Adeline,” she whispered. “Adeline Reynolds. Teacher at the elementary school. Her father runs the hardware store in town. Her mother volunteers at the hospital.” She paused, considering something. “She asks questions, Georgia. About the house. About the rooms she’s not allowed to enter. She’s not...she’s not a fool.” Adeline.

I called but she didn't reply. Frowning, I stood up. Did something happen to her? Oh my God, she slumped? Aiden why are you being dramatic? I just have to check and… Ah, goodness gracious! Holy Moly! I quickly shut the door when Adeline screamed out. She didn't slump or anything, just a naked little girl checking out herself in the mirror! Jesus, I should have knocked. Can I ever get this image off my head? Two round boobs and nipples poking out.

"But you need this. It will relieve your stress." "I don’t want it," I mumbled, too weak to resist. I shut my eyes, bracing for the sharp sting of the needle. "Not now," I heard another voice and snapped my eyes open. "I want to talk to her first," Adeline said, walking toward us. "You are welcome, ma'am," Lucy said, then left the room. "How are you, Angela?" Adeline smirked. "You are evil and cunning," I spat. "And you messed with Lucifer’s wife," she grinned wickedly and sat in a chair beside me. "For a moment, I thought you were smart. But when I figured out your plan, I realized you don’t even use one percent of your brain," she mocked.

I only knew it, the same as I'd known with the dying wolf in the woods. "Let me try," I heard myself say. The old Healer coughed from the floor, clutching his ribs. "Try? Girl, I have forty years in the craft and I couldn't hold him. You'll be dead before you reach the middle of the room." But Adeline was in the doorway now, both hands pressed white against her mouth, and her eyes were only on her son. Whatever else that woman was, the terror on her face was real. "Let her try," she whispered. "Please. Let her."

PROLOGUE-THE IMPRINT Aria | Age Five I was five years old when I decided he belonged to me. No one noticed. Not my father, standing too still under a black umbrella. Not the people arranged in careful silence around the grave. Not the priest. Not the rain. Not him. Especially not him. Adrian Keller stood apart from the crowd the way he stood apart from everything — not deliberately, not performatively, just naturally, the way a fixed point exists in a room that everything else organizes around.

I was shoved off to the side, barely in the frame. As she clutched the photo, she sobbed uncontrollably. "Adeline… my sweetheart… why did you leave so suddenly? Didn't you say you wanted to see the grasslands? We never even got to go with you…" Dad sat beside her, wiping his tears. "How did she get so skinny? The person in charge at the funeral home suggested we use a pup-sized coffin. She's all skin and bones. "Adeline, I failed you. I told you that I would buy you a little cake, just like when you were a kid, to make you round and happy again…"

Adeline, who had been paddling near the window in anticipation, smiled as she saw him. “Good morning, Adam,” she greeted warmly, her voice soft with relief. “I didn’t think you’d come back so soon.” Adam grinned, setting his small backpack down. “I had to! You know so much cool stuff—and you’re nice, too.” Adeline's heart swelled at his words, a bittersweet joy filling her chest. “Well, I’m glad you’re here,” she replied, guiding him toward the couch. She handed him a warm pastry and a glass of milk, smiling as he bit into it with gusto.

She was about twenty, the same age as Adele when she…. He shook his head. He didn’t want to think about his daughter. He studied the waitress again. She was pretty with big grey eyes and golden blonde hair. He smiled a little. When he and his late wife Claire were dating, she used to read to him all these silly romance novels whenever they spent an evening together, and all the heroines always seemed to have golden blonde hair. He had thought it was just fantasy. Clair’s hair had been blonde but not golden. It was when their daughter Adele was born he realized golden blonde hair was real. He used to sit in the garden with her so he could admire how the sun shone on her hair, making it shine

After a few more moments of quietly searching the room for anything else of value or importance, Adeline decided that they headed to the second floor of the mansion. Upon reaching the second floor, Adeline pushed open the door to her old room. The room was exactly as she had left it. Even her bed, which she had made, was still perfect. The lantern beside her bed was still lit, as if it had been waiting for her all this time.

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