Gun Scene Haunting Adeline Spicy Chapters の小説・ストーリー

Jason said, smirking as he reached for his phone. Adeline immediately grabbed his hand. “You’re unbelievable!” she shouted. “What do you want to eat? Hurry up!” “Anything. Just not spicy,” Jason said casually before walking away. ***

But mostly painkillers. Her memories of the previous night were a little fuzzy in places, but she didn’t seem to have huge gaps in her memory. She remembered the crew party… wine, laughter, singing, Hannah’s heartbreaking confession, the hug and promises to stick together and fight her demons with her. She remembered Johnny's text. She remembered him coming to get her. She remembered the walk back, his arm steadying her. She remembered… Oh God.

Now he is gone, she is now no other than the smelly trash. I looked at her eyes. Trying to touch her soul. It will stain my eyes but still, I tried it. Her smile broadened. She really thought she could get me again. The back of my palm sensually caressed her cheek. I even crawled my fingers along the side of her jaw, searching for my affection for her. I can't feel it anymore. Nothing. It was gone. Adeline hugged me tightly. And I can say that even her embrace seems strange to me from this moment. “Where is she right now, Adeline?” I asked weakly with my eyes firmly closed. I don't want her to see how miserable I am. “Please, tell me.”

He picked up his thermos and took a slow sip, but the look in his eyes was worse than any insult he could have thrown at me. That afternoon, I grabbed an empty sterile vial from the company medicine cabinet. When I got home that evening, Alice was cooking in the kitchen. The roar of the range hood drowned out everything else. I took the chance to slip into the bedroom and buried my face in the pillow, inhaling deeply. I couldn't smell anything. She claimed the scent was fading, but I couldn't catch even a hint of diesel. "Dinner's ready." Alice appeared in the doorway, her apron speckled with oil and her spatula still dripping with broth.

"We just need to get out of the open. We’ll find a place to hide together. A hollow log, a cave... anything." "Hide?" A sharp voice cut through the dark from just behind us. Even though I couldn’t see her face clearly, I knew it was Mirabel. I would recognize that sneering tone anywhere. "That’s your big plan, Adeline?" She chuckled and stepped closer. "You three really think hiding like scared rabbits is going to save you? If you had a single wolf between the three of you, maybe you’d have a real chance at surviving the night. But no, you’ll probably just trip over each other in the first five minutes and serve yourselves up on a silver platter."

I watched him turn his back on me once more, walking up the grand staircase of the mansion, not even glancing back at the wet, messy footprints I left on the floor. I bit my lower lip while staring at his retreating figure. His broad shoulders, his perfect posture, and his icy demeanor only fanned the flames consuming me from within. The harder he resisted, the more challenged I felt. Matthew stopped halfway up the stairs when he heard my footsteps. Even though he was kicking me out, I remained standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, looking up at him while tightly pulling my bathrobe closed to heavily emphasize my curves. "I thought I made myself clear, Adeline," he commanded coldly,

The boys stare, confused, their heartbeats loud in my ears—too familiar, too much like mine. “Vincent,” Adeline says, her voice shaking now. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” “Don’t I?” I lean in, my voice a whisper for her alone. “I smell it, Adeline. Your heat. Their blood. You can’t hide from me.” She flinches, and for a moment, I think I’ve won. But then the older boy steps forward, his small fists clenched, glaring at me. “Leave my mom alone.”

"Smiling for no reason is called insanity." Adeline huffed. "Well, that’s why I’m here. I’ll be the reason you smile," she said, looking at him. "I’m not asking you to forget Rihanna, or to erase your feelings. I just... I want you to see that happiness is still possible. From wherever it comes." Axel remained silent. Adeline reached for the chili paste, but Axel’s hand blocked her. "Remember your pregnancy. Don't be stupid." "Ah... right. I usually eat this spicy. What now?"

And then I noticed that her posture was rigid and tense. Standing right in front of her were two men. My senses were sharp so I could smell the stale cigars and cheap cologne emanating off them. They were standing too close to Adeline for my liking. One of them, the round one with a thick neck and sweaty face was leering at her. Disgusting bastards. I saw her jaw clench as she stared at the two men, anger and disgust shining in her eyes. She took a step back. “I already told you. I’m not,” I heard her say. “Excuse me.”

Pain shot from my right shoulder and spread like a virus down the length of my arm. It’s always when you decide to change your spots that the universe decides to test you. Breathing was a chore, patience was impossible. I forced what little air agreed peace was the route to go, and the next time I faced her, the annoyance on her face ease some, shock coated her face for a second before she shoved it out barely a second later. “I’m Adeline.” The words were like metal on metal, unbearable to my ears, but the last thing I wanted was to start a war with Scarlett, especially with how she crazed out last time. I happen to like my face very much.