Haunting Adeline Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

"Nice to meet you, Lady Selesta." "Welcome, Death's boy. What would you like to have?" Lady Selesta replied straight to the point. "Something spicy, like chicken pepper sauce?" Adeline replied. "Same thing for all of us," Nikolai supported. "Got you," the lady turned, leaving to get it ready. "She's too serious," Adeline made faces. Jinx laughed. "She's always this way" Adeline turned back to look at her again, but then she saw her talking with someone, and that someone is none other than Malik!

Present day 2 years later, in 2017 Adeline’s POV: I awoke suddenly with a distasteful sensation. The domino effect of first seeing where I am; home? Check. What’s that awful smell; alcohol breath? Check. That toe curing sensation; migraine. Lavishing, amazing, lovely! I would say I would never go within a 5-meter diameter with alcohol but who am I kidding, I’ve said that since freshman year in university.

For a moment, for a few months, all is well. Until there is a moment in particular that breaks Xirrian. Adeline is laughing, seated as she paints. Xirrian cradles the pup in his arms and they talk about things far and wide. She paints as she hums, speaking to him. She asks that he not take a peek at her painting until it is done. And he obliges. When she finally shows it to him, she is bright and beautiful as she describes all the colors she's used and why.

He hated every one of them without a doubt. "A penny for your thoughts." Adeline chuckled as she released her blonde hair from a neat bun. She removed her makeup and sat behind Kaleb on his bed. She massaged his shoulders. She could feel his bulging muscles under his shirt. The heat of desires began to course throughout her body. Her mouth watered as she took in the sight of Kaleb. "You seem tensed." She whispered in his ears. "Maybe I could loosen you up a bit." She gently tugged his earlobe with her teeth.

Rolling over, I cringe with pain when I look at my abraided ankle, knees and hands. Swallowing hard, I look at the horrific sight before me. Spider-like creatures are crawling across the ceiling and surrounding me. It’s a horrific sight to see. The creatures look like large spiders, with spines on their backs, long taloned claws, and razor-sharp teeth. Their eyes are red, and saliva falls from their chelicerae as they gaze hungrily back at me. None dare to approach me. Instead, they pace around me, which is super confusing.

With each word, my fingers started moving quicker, and the edge started getting closer. A tower was building in my stomach, and I was dangerously close to falling over its edge. “In my mind, I can see the veins on your dick and the pre-cum that you would leak.” I moaned, pain mixed with pleasure made every muscle in my body ache. “And what do I do to you?” His voice had gotten even deeper, huskier. I bit my lip. “You paint me,” I admitted as my eyes flicked to the canvas. “You take pictures of me while you are fucking me.”

I asked him one night while we caught our breath after he bent me over a canvas and fucked me from behind until I screamed. “Rumors are just noise,” he muttered, kissing my neck. “You’re my best work, Sienna. Stay with me in this.” Still, the unease grew even as I craved more of him. The sex was addictive, raw and consuming. He’d eat my pussy for hours sometimes, tongue fucking me deep while I gripped his hair and rode his face, then flip me and take my ass slow and filthy until I begged for his load. Every encounter blurred the lines more, art and lust twisting together until I couldn’t tell which fed which.

Father Damien finally pulled the thick red candle out almost completely, admiring the messy sight of her ruined hole. The thick red shaft glistened obscenely, coated in her creamy arousal . Her pussy gaped slightly, puffy and twitching, slick juices slowly dripping from the stretched opening. Without a word he set the candle aside on the bedside table and lowered his head between her trembling thighs. Amelia gasped as she felt his hot breath fan over her sensitive, abused cunt. “Look at this filthy mess,” he growled, his voice thick with hunger. “Your creamy juices all over your greedy little hole. Such a sinful sight for a man of God.”

I descend the stairs leading to the rotunda, and each step echoes in my chest like a heartbeat. The rotunda is different tonight. No members, no circle. Only Adrien and Lena. Candles everywhere, like the first time. Incense burning, thick, intoxicating. The altar covered in black, not red. The black of absence, of death, of rebirth. "Come," Adrien says. He stands near the altar. He wears a simple black tunic, open on his chest. His scars shine in the candlelight. His face is grave, without play, without provocation. Like the first time.

Aspen POV: Once we get home I jump straight into the shower. I want to scrub off whatever that woman has done to me. The only woman’s scent on me I want is my mates. I’m pissed that Odessa really tried to ruin what I have with Adeline. ‘She’s disgusting, I can’t believe you screwed her.’ Blaze never wanted Odessa and her wolf, Freya. ‘It was just to relieve stress. Trust me, I regret too.’ I finish showering and walk out of the bathroom. Adeline is standing in this chestnut brown lace lingerie set. I can’t hold back the guttural growl that comes out when I see the way that it hugs her curves.