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And I lay there, eyes open and trained on the ceiling, mind filled with unending thoughts and sleep refusing to come. Throughout the night, Adaline doesn’t find complete peace. She sleeps in bits and pieces of nothing, serenity refusing to find her. I am guilty. And God knows I’m about to burn this city to the ground until everyone who had a hand in this attack—directly or not—are nothing but ashes. When morning comes, my eyes hold Ada’s unfocused, fluttering ones as she wakes. I offer her a smile. Forced. She’s still surprised, taken aback to find me lying beside her when I’m the last person she expected to see.

"If anything, it makes things simpler." "Simpler how?" "Now you don't have any reason to stay married to me." Adeline's face crumpled. "You're a monster." She pushed past me and went to get dressed. A few minutes later, she came back downstairs and left with the police officers. After they were gone, I went back upstairs to Rebecca. She was sitting up in bed, looking worried. "I heard voices," she said. "What happened?" "Adeline's mother is dead," I said.

Vaelora Fuck! 'Haunting Adeline' caused all these. It rewired my brain in ways I still don’t understand. And now, I don't know if I love being stalked or if I hated it. Well, if I'm to analyse it.. if I try to be honest with myself I loved the thrill I read from the story when Adeline was being stalked by Zade. The way he watched Adeline, the way his presence was always there, heavy and intoxicating. It made my pulse race. Yet, I hated the fact that her stalker got eery and eery every freaking page I flipped. Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of.

Paying no attention to that, I scanned the hallway around me and poked my head slightly into each of the rooms we passed. Damn, everything was so beautiful and luxurious that I could even swear that many of the chandeliers were made of pure gold. However, at that moment, Adeline stopped in front of a huge red oak door with a crown in the center. “This is it. The master is waiting for you,” she said, turning to me. Hearing that, my whole body began to tremble with fear. It was my time to face the most dangerous lycan in the world, and I didn't even know how to use my power.

I watched him drive away again. I thought it was prudent to follow my routine to the T. Get up, have breakfast, go to college, have David tell Adeline everything—how it was supposed to be. Or rather, how Adeline wanted it to be. I would stay in her sight at all times. The moment Patronus was out of danger, all it would take was a jump from the balcony, and I would be free. Sounds easy, but I wouldn’t be here if it were that simple. The moment I stepped foot in Anderson Mansion, Adeline was waiting in the lobby with a sour, twisted expression, fuming. Killian’s prank hadn’t aged well.

She thought of the morning when she had found Damon cold and pale in their bed, and her mind shifted to the previous night when everything had been so different. Damon sat in his makeshift study, surrounded by stacks of information. He read through the books around him and took up his black ballpoint pen every so often to write. Anne had slipped in to wish him goodnight, initially, but hadn’t said anything in the end. He had paused in his writing to accept the drink from her. They shared their last moment without words. Damon came to bed late. He never woke up again. Now Anne was here, buried almost halfway into the frozen white snow of the mountain. What really brought her here? Was it madn

she said turning the pages onto the next bloodline, both paused seeing the ink splattered against the entire page “Oh no,” Layana said as she raised the book to see better but it was difficult, Declan took the book from her ‘House Adair… with the ability to read one’s mind and to destroy… it’s hard to make out,” he murmured raising the book closer to his face, but it was futile, the ink had covered it completely, “Read one’s mind I'm sure that’s what I did…” she said, Declan turned the page but like the page before it, the ink had covered it completely.

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.

The kitchen is exactly as it was. I move back to stand at the glass wall that faces the city and I press two fingers to it — light, the way you test a surface for heat. Cold. Real. I look at the city and mutter to myself. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this, Marcus.” Some boy. ‘Uncle Adrian.’ *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•* The Aldridge Foundation dinner is exactly what it always is.

The witches strenghten their hold, and start their chants, and this time, there's an undeniable force in the room, and I try not to think of the implication that I was the person she loved the most, because as much as I'll like to relish in that fact, it's in the past tense. With us in their midst, the chants go stronger, louder, and suddenly, a bursting light, and I try to see, only then do I see her, Adaline, she looks so beautiful, and she's in a resturant, but is not alone, there's a man seated beside her, I grit my teeth, thinking he's her boyfriend, then I notice the discomfrt in her expression, and the way she's trying to back off, leaning away from him.