Books Like The Age Of Adaline Novels & Stories

She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea. Adea flipped it over to look at the spine, which showed the title, Pride and Prejudice. “Oh, no thank you,” Adea said with a kind smile as she handed the book back. “I don’t do much reading. My sister on the other hand-” She made a gesture toward Lyda, who was still flipping through the pages of one of the thickest books Adea had ever seen. “Ah!” the old woman exclaimed. “Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?”

Immediately she entered her room, the smell became intense. “Did something die here? Everywhere is smelling,” Adalyn muttered. Adalyn searched the whole room, but she couldn’t find the dead animal. She searched inside the book shelves, wardrobe and cabinets, yet, she couldn’t find the dead animal. “But, I can perceive the smell from this room; show your hideout…,” Adalyn thought. Adalyn lifted the bed and saw something that resembled a human’s head; she used her torchlight to aid her view.

Once again, Adaline shook her head. Adaline tried to stand up, but her knees felt too weak. Without being asked, Altezza helped her. The man carried her back into the room and sat her down on the bed. "My bag," Adaline requested, pointing towards where she kept her bag. Altezza frowned, but he did as Adaline asked. Adaline handed him a small blue-covered book. Altezza's forehead furrowed even more. "What's this?" he asked, confused. Without waiting for an answer, he slowly opened the book. A black and white photo and the doctor's writing greeted his eyes. "This...?" Altezza stared at the book, then at his wife in turns.

His eyes narrowed playfully when I told him it was fitting. I was curled up on my side of the bed, watching as Adley rummaged through her suitcase. Skirts and lacey underwear slid across the floor as she tossed them behind her, digging through the little zippered compartment in the back. “If I had to guess, they were probably looking for these.” She replied, pulling out two hardcover books. Both were small but thick. While one was black and cracked like leather, the other was pink and looked soft to the touch. “Everything Ally and I know about the curse and the prophecy is in these books. All that we’ve seen, as chaotic as it is, is in these books. And before you ask, you can’t read them.”

Rowan departed, and I pulled Christine to the couch. Being the ever gracious host, Adaline already had tea on the table. Her usual neat bun I saw her wear when entertaining guests was pulled and stretched. Hair tendrils fell around her face, and if vampires truly aged, she looked like she had aged ten years. "I'm sorry, I'm not much help," she poured a cup of tea. Flinging in two cubes of sugar and a splash of cream, she held it out to Christine. "I'm not very good with confrontation, much like Vanessa. We are strong in other ways, however," she softly smiled.

Getting into his study room alongside Adia, Sebastian walked to a corner with shelves aligning it, "I'm not going to read books Sebastian," Adia stated, staring at the books lying on the shelves. She was sure they were books related to vampires because they looked so ancient. "Trust me you can't even read them, these books are older than your ancestors, now stop talking" he said softly , his ear was really itching him now, ever since Adia came in he was now talking more than usual.

"You can't save her if she doesn't want to be saved, Alexandru, you have to let her come to you. Love her, believe that your love is enough for her to come back to you." "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."

The gray-coated man followed quietly. "It wasn't hidden." "It simply hadn't chosen anyone." The White Book floated beside Adrian. Its blank pages suddenly filled with names. Not stories. Authors. Some were familiar. Most had never existed in any history Adrian remembered. Then... every name slowly faded away. Only one remained. Adrian. Before anyone could speak... a small figure appeared between the endless shelves. A little girl. No older than eight. She carried a worn notebook against her chest. Unlike everyone else... she looked completely ordinary.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.