Chasing Adeline Book Novels & Stories

I tightened my grip on Chloe's hand. Adeline grabs a rather greasy-looking prisoner at the beginning of the line and smiles before plunging the knife she is holding into the top of his head. Chloe gasps, and I cover my mouth so my scream of horror doesn't escape. The other prisoners in line begin to beg but the siblings ignore them. They act as if they can't even hear them begging for forgiveness.

They are talking about our future performance at the upcoming Freshmen's Night. When we got to our destination,we went straight to the bookstore. I also don’t know why we went straight here. It seems like our feet have already decided where to go even though we weren't talking. "Are you going to buy anything here?" Renjo asked. "No. We'll just smell the book pages." Mace said seriously as she started opening various books. I wanted to laugh at Renjo's face because he was obviously weirded by Mace's answer. But instead of laughing, I just started looking for a book.

I only finished two bottles of beer. I just realized that I was in front of Gail's house. I even wondered and just laughed at myself. Just then their gate opened, and Aunt Anne spat out "Oh son!" I was surprised when she said that I had smiled back. "Is Abigail here?" I asked and looked around the house. "Abigail's left. But they're already going home; go inside first. Just wait for her inside, and I'll go out first." I followed Aunt Anne. I wanted to ask who it was with, but Candy immediately registered in my brain. That girl didn't go either.

He barked as he ended the call abruptly and dropped the phone on his desk. He pulled a drawer and whipped out a small piece of paper. He spread it on the desk, staring at it intently. An eye was drawn, the same that was on Ximena’s neck and he pulled out a huge book of history, it reeked of ancient history and he opened it. He found the main page he was looking at without effort and a broad smile appeared on his face. “The eyes of the goddess imprinted on the body of a rare and special omega…” He burst into laughter as he grabbed the small paper again.

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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

Adeline refused to answer my calls and texts, I sure know how she feels about not wanting to see me, I just pray I'm not too late. Rushing into the Mansion No staff greeted me, I had texted them earlier to give the place privacy. Up the curved staircase, past framed black-and-white photographs of city skylines and forgotten family portraits, I moved with purpose toward the master suite. The door was ajar. Inside, Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, still in the charcoal blazer and silk blouse she’d worn to the office that morning. Her knees were drawn together, phone cradled in both hands like something fragile and poisonous. The screen glowed against her face, illuminating the tracks of dri

she said with a laugh. “What? You knew already? Of course—you’re a reader.” Mae chuckled. “Oh my gosh! They say even in the prologue, you can already read a bed scene.” Her cousin laughed, and so did she. “So, is that where you learned your tricks to attract Sir Gian?” “You’re crazy!” “Bad influence, that Ate Sharon. Always.” Mae stood. “So, are you coming? It’s too hot here. Don’t you pity me? At least pity our thesis.”

Warning: Steamy scenes at the end of the chapter. I don't realize I am still holding Christopher's hand until I reach my room. It was around half-past eight in the evening when we informed Martha and left her house, and a small part of me feels incredibly sad for not getting a chance to bid a proper adieu to Millie as she was asleep. She had been such a sweet kid the entire time with Martha being an exceptionally friendly host. I could never forget the hospitality and love that she had shown to me on our very first meeting. I felt so happy because, after a long time, I've been in such a heartwarming homely atmosphere.

If only I had looked outside…" She scrambled over to my lifeless body, crawling and stumbling as she went. She clutched me tightly in her arms, wailing with gut-wrenching anguish. "I'm sorry! It's my fault! I did this to you. This is all my fault!" Just then, Clara strolled in holding a basket of fruit. "Mom, Dad! We missed out on dinner, so I bought you some fruit. Do you like it?" Dad, however, wore a cold expression as he said, word by word, "You told us Adeline was doing fine these past three years. You said you were in touch with her friends and that she was living a carefree life, eating well, and having fun every day."