Goodnight Adeline Lyrics Novels & Stories

No matter how willing they were to feel each other, some invisible manacles were there, holding both of them apart. The sky was dark but still belonged to the morning, as it was an early hour striking 3 am on the time measuring tool. A deafening silence was filling the vacuum of that busy road, carrying no one else than those two bodies, which might be each other’s, but was no more than a stranger to it. No car could be seen passing by, as if the road has blocked itself to give time to these strangers crying their hearts out inside, but have nothing to utter outside, even if it is a sob. Though the illuminating lights were so bright, ready to compete with the sun, the world of these souls ca

"Don't worry. I'm not the one who should be worried." That night, Adeline came home at 2 a.m., reeking of alcohol. I helped her into bed, wiped her face, and took off her shoes. Half-asleep, she grabbed my hand and muttered, "Honey… You're the best..." "Get some sleep." I gently pulled my hand free and tucked the blanket around her. As I turned away, I heard her mumble in her sleep. "Owen... Stop..." I switched off the light and closed the bedroom door behind me.

Adeline’s pov I tried not to cry again. This was something my tear ducts were used to, it was almost a routine to watch it dry up and so I sucked in the tears and thought happy thoughts. Thoughts that comprised of the good old earlier days. Looking back to the sequence of events which brought me to that house of brooding mystery, of sinister undercurrents and disturbing echoes. I sat on a wooden bench I had found as I became lost in thought all alone in the darkness.

He mutter and the line goes dead. This whole thing was getting more serious that I imagined. But I owe Williams my life, if anything he owns me. So I am indebted to him. I just have to make things right with this. If I am able to pull this through I know he is going to be proud of me and I can finally be free. I walk over to my drawer and pick out the picture of my son as a lone tear falls down my eyes. I miss you so much Adrian. A ping on my phone distracts me and I scramble to check what it was.

I said to Gavin. Gavin turned his head, didn't answer, and continued eating with his mother, Emilna, and his sister, Catherine - Adam's wife. "So, Adam really didn't come home last night?" Gavin asked again. I felt my heart skip a beat. I hurriedly turned away from the dining room and stood nearby.

“Tonight, I will punish you. Dressing that sexy just to spite someone else? You’re just playing into the hands of those lads out there.” His burning fingertips had slipped beneath my thin summer clothes. Making his possessiveness clear, he brushed his lips against my neck, his breath scorching hot. Then suddenly, from the next room, came the scraping sound of furniture being dragged, followed by a heavy thud. Grandma! I jolted. Pushing Dean away, I rushed over and flung open the door to the other room. Grandma had fallen to the floor, groaning softly. She must have gotten up in the night and tripped over the table by the bed. She tried several times to stand, only to fall back onto the groun

His auburn hair and captivating features mirrored a cherished face. "This lodge, once a haven for someone dear, now feels alive with Adam," Adeline thought. Her thoughts drifted to that beloved person, lost to her for so long. "Where are you?" she silently prayed. "May your life overflow with joy." Tears pricked, threatening to spill. "May happiness find you wherever you are," Adeline whispered. Wistfulness shrouded her. "Adam, come back soon," she implored the silence. In the stillness, Adeline's longing deepened.

she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s okay,” Delilah murmured gently, stroking Adeline’s hair as a mother would. The comforting gesture transported Adeline to a cherished memory of her mother’s golden hair gleaming in the sunlight, her radiant smile as she ran her fingers through Adeline’s hair while they sat on the swing in their backyard in London. Caught between the present and the past, Adeline’s grief blurred the lines. Her heart ached and she whispered softly, “Mom...” Delilah’s heart sank as she watched the young woman’s vulnerability. She didn’t interrupt while allowing Adeline to process her emotions.

You look like you’ve had a long day. A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. A second later, another message popped up. Davian: We’ll talk tomorrow. Sleep well. I exhaled softly, my thumb hovering over the screen for a moment before I replied. Goodnight. I set my phone down, but the smile lingered. Adeline nudged me lightly with her foot. “What’s that?” she asked, her tone teasing. “What?” I asked, rolling my eyes slightly. “That smile,” she said, grinning. “Don’t act like I didn’t see that.”

"I completely understand you sweetheart. Let's stop talking about all this now. You should get some rest. Remember you have to be at the Conglomerate tomorrow morning." "Alright grandma, thank you for listening to me rant out my frustrations and suffering. Thank you very much." "Anytime sweetheart and I promise you that with time, things are going to be a lot better. You two will get through this. Goodnight my love." "Good night grandma." Then the line went dead. Adele placed the phone by her side and pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs.. She then rested her head on her bent knees and let the tears in her eyes fall down freely.