Gun Scene Haunting Adeline Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

Her appetite had also increased, just like now. She ate eagerly, even though Altezza had asked her to eat slowly, she ignored him. They finished their meal. The driver returned to prepare the car while Gian excused himself to the restroom. Altezza paid for their food at the cashier, and Adaline chose to browse around, and that's when it all happened. So fast that Altezza thought it was just a shadow. Someone approached Adaline quickly and stabbed her in the abdomen. Altezza's eyes widened, frozen in place, as did Gian. Adaline groaned in pain, clutching her stomach, while the woman who stabbed her laughed gleefully.

Took a step backward from the force. Adelia went limp above me. And for the second time since we met, someone fucking shot her. My world was promptly engulfed by flaming red.

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.

I glanced back at Braxton as more gunshots echoed through the theater. Instead of hitting me, Braxton's fisted hand fell slack to his side as his eyes lost all emotion. He dropped forward, right on top of me, pinning to the floor. More pain rippled through my legs and back as I did all I could to get Braxton's body off me. Was he dead? Booms and pops reverberated throughout the room as girls screamed and men shouted. People shuffled chaotically as countless gunshots steadily went off. An uncomfortable tingling started in my throat and quickly moved into my eyes and nose. I coughed as the tingling transformed into a massive burning.

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?’

"Goodnight Adaline." I yawn, already accepting defeat. "Goodnight Grant." That night Cole was burned alive to death

“Good, now spread your legs as wide as you can and let me finger fuck that greedy little cunt.” I watched as his fingers pulled out all the way, my pussy clenching around him, not wanting to let him go. Before he slammed them back in hard. I cried out as a squelching sound reached my ears. He added a third finger and curved them as they speared into me. “Oh, Shane,” I moaned. “Yes, Adealine?” He growled. I turned to look at him, reaching out, I gripped the back of his neck.

He looked around him and all his men were gaining victory. Adeline was in the midst of it all unharmed because Coast had claimed to want her himself, she watched him get close to her and she tried to run away but he caught up with her by throwing a spear straight into her leg, Adeline was pinned to the ground screaming from having a spear pierced through her leg. “Coast please spare me, I beg you” she begged once again. “What happened to all the things you said about killing me and my mate, are you retracting your words” he asked.

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

But God, I wanted to. Morning came too quickly. I jolted awake to sunlight through the curtains and the sound of a motorcycle outside. My first instinct was panic — Bruce found us — but then I remembered. Enzo. The safe house. Charlotte was already sitting up with Mr. Hoppy. “Mommy, I’m hungry.” A knock at the door. “Emma? It’s Enzo.”