Haunting Adeline Sex Quotes Novels & Stories

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.

"We both know that my parents have passed away." "Yes, I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about Cailynn..." Adeline sipped her wine gracefully—a gesture that made Axel clearly see that this woman was used to having wine in her hand, unlike a woman he knew who couldn't handle the effects of alcohol. "I didn't invite her." "That's even more surprising to me," the smile on Adeline's lips already indicated that she really suspected something. But who cared about her suspicion? "I thought you weren't that close,"

he asked. “I don’t think so.” “Can you come closer?” “Why?” “I will help you untie your hands and you can also help me so that we can figure out where we are.” the guy suggested. Adeline was speechless. She doesn’t like to touch men mostly if she’s not acquainted enough with them. “You’re quiet.” he said. “I’m… very uncomfortable right now.” Adeline’s voice cracked as if she was about to cry. “Are you claustrophobic?” The guy’s voice suddenly sounded concerned.

Adrian corrected in a soft voice. “Whatever,” Adelia retorted. “So what other powers do ‘lycans’ have,” she asked sarcastically. “Are you scared of me?” Adrian asked, ignoring her question. “No why would you think such a thing?” Adelia asked irritably. Was this man crazy? Just because he was much taller than her and stronger didn’t mean that she was scared of him. Maybe she was a little scared but that didn’t mean anything. “Well, I can literally hear your heart pounding in your chest,” Adrian responded and Adelia gave him a weird look saying ‘huh?’

he stalked closer to her, “A love of false fronts. Can a witch even possess a mate or is this some kind of hat trick? Did you just see some fool lost in the idea of love and say, ‘That’s the one’ and cast some magical spell to trap me?” “NO,” Adeline sobbed, “I would never trap you by a spell. What we share is blessed by the Goddess herself. I may not have a Lycan, but she chooses who to pair together. I have no say in her decision nor would I dishonor love in that way. You know me. You.... love me." When she ended her statement, her voice sounded so broken. Pain tore through my chest as I watched the woman that was my mother break right before my eyes.

The other guy on the night shift better has a damn good explanation for this bullshit. Angered at whoever was behind this sick shit show, he slowly stood up. She was dead, and the dead can't harm the living. He took a closer look at her face. Her face slowly formed in his mind; he knows her. Could this be the same person he had sex with a few hours ago? Jesus! She is the one. His heart was pounding and he felt as if every hair on his body turned instantly grey. But that's not possible; spirits can't have sex with people still alive. Or was he dead too? You can't be dead, idiot, you are still breathing in this detergent contaminated air. The voice in his head told him.

Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming. “I’m cumming..!” She cried out, and the brothers made the mistake of sucking her juice as it poured from her pussy. Just like how Lexi had swallowed Light’s cum. In the blink of an eye, their grotesque bodies erupted into dark smoke. Before Red could grasp what was happening, they vanished into thin air just like their woman. After they disappeared, Red blinked in disbelief, she hadn't thought her pussy juices held some supernatural powers. Adrenaline coursing through her, she rushed out of the master room, screaming Gem’s name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the mansion.

“See? Basic stuff.” Blaine and Adelina were strolling through the garden and around the house that Wednesday afternoon. He had asked her to narrate what it was like when she was unconscious. Some of the patients he had treated explained sob and quite horrifying stories of their woeful experiences in the 'dark room'. While only a handful had peaceful moments. Adelina seemed to have experienced a little bit of both. "Is it odd that I want to go back to that place? I mean, sometimes I just miss that peace and quiet."

Adeline’s POV It's been two weeks since the topic of marriage was laid out on the table and since then it's been quite hectic in the Carter household. There's been an obvious change in the atmosphere like everyone is walking on eggshells around me. I know they are being very cautious with words especially prohibited words, like Axel... I stare out of the window in the lecture hall and breathe out a sigh... A bit too loud... Wait. Oh crap the mic is on. Squeezing my eyes shut and then opening them again, I look around pretending like I wasn't the one who did that and just when I thought my plan would be a success, I take a second glance and see everyone staring, at me. Even the professor.

"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."