Age Of Adeline Book Novels & Stories

"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,"

“Hello, Christina, I’ve been so eager to meet you since my silly cousin announced your engagement to the media. I had to see the beautiful woman that stole his cold heart and I must confess, you’re charming,” “Thank you,” A smile stole across my face, and my cheeks heated up. Adeline was very beautiful, with jet-black hair, soft brown eyes, and a lovely face with dimpled cheeks. Nothing about the way she addressed me screamed of hostility and again, she looked to be around my age. “You’re lovely yourself, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Adeline,”

Some were so old they were little more than hollow, insect-eaten fragments. Grandma was the village chief, ruling over everything without challenge. No one dared to defy her. My eldest sister, Lily, was about to turn 18. Soon, it would be time for her coming-of-age ceremony. However, Grandma, who had always doted on her, had forbidden her from attending. When my sister tried to protest, she was struck across the face. "Enough! I said you're not going, and that's final." Even though Grandma was 99 years old, her strength had not left her. Lily's cheek swelled almost immediately.

Everyone who tells her that they will do anything to understand Adeline is untrue. Adeline woke up the next day and noticed her sight went back to normal. It was like an immediate miracle. She decided that she should have someone to tell about her eye condition so that she could get an opinion. But who can she talk to about that? Her friend Chris wasn’t an exemption from her options, so she had the courage to go to his apartment before she went straight to work. She tried to knock on his door… but no one seemed to answer. Her thoughts went crazy, ‘Has he left already? Did he really leave without even letting me know? What happened last night was already a goodbye from him? Why?’

she scowls at me as I stretch feeling my body ache due to the weird posture it was in for heavens knows how long. Isn't it already obvious? I can't believe I have been dreaming about the thirtieth book when the old pamphlet in front of me that is wrinkled is the only thing I remember picking from the shelf when I entered inside the damn thing. I must have been tired after the whole crying. "What time is it?" I ask. "It's nine in the morning." Dhalia replies. "What the fuck!" I exclaim horribly. I have been inside here than I imagined.

Seeing the old man enter, Adeline hurriedly followed him. As soon as he entered, what caught Adeline's eye was a large room filled with thick books. This was probably the largest book pavilion that Adeline had ever seen. Suddenly, the words on the left shelf made her walk forward involuntarily. Before she could react, the door behind her was slammed shut, and the old man in red had disappeared. Adeline slammed the door and shouted loudly, "Granny, are you letting me out?" "There is the answer you want. When you figure it out, I will naturally let you out!"

"If anything, it makes things simpler." "Simpler how?" "Now you don't have any reason to stay married to me." Adeline's face crumpled. "You're a monster." She pushed past me and went to get dressed. A few minutes later, she came back downstairs and left with the police officers. After they were gone, I went back upstairs to Rebecca. She was sitting up in bed, looking worried. "I heard voices," she said. "What happened?" "Adeline's mother is dead," I said.

Then I stood up, telling everyone, “Sebastian and I are going to see Eva. We’ll be back shortly.” As soon as we were out the door, he asked, “Where does Eva live?” I smiled, “Just next door.” We walked to a small, white bungalow style house and I knocked on the door. A young woman who looked to be around age sixteen with coal black, waist-length hair opened the door. I smiled, “Hello, Eva. How are you?” Eva smiled, “It’s been a minute, Adele. I’m good. How are you? I heard you found your mate.” I smiled, “I’m doing well. Yes, I did. This is my mate, Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my cousin, Eva.” Sebastian shook her hand and she laughed, “He thinks I’m an unmated teenager.” I chuckled, “Eva i

I tilted the package to check its name—I’d never tasted spicy vanilla. Adeline must have noticed my reaction as she leaned in again. “Unique taste, right?” She chuckled again. “I had the same expression the first time I tasted it.” She leaned back on the chair. Her expression shifted, and her tone became somber. “Sophie, I don’t know what’s going on. And we might not be too close to share, but you would be alright.” She faced a wide grin that betrayed the worries that glinted in her eyes. “Everything is just a phase; they all pass. That’s why you should hold on to beautiful things and forget the sad ones. It’s a waste to ponder over things outside control.” Adeline rubbed my hand, instilling

she yelled. “Ahh!” Adeline looked at Prey strangely. She was completely lost. She couldn’t believe she had been friending with a total stranger for past thirty years. “I will take my leave” she didn’t even know what to say. She looked at Prey strangely again, turned back and leaving the room with astonishment.