Haunting Adeline Smut Pages Novels & Stories

I tilted the package to check its name—I’d never tasted spicy vanilla. Adeline must have noticed my reaction as she leaned in again. “Unique taste, right?” She chuckled again. “I had the same expression the first time I tasted it.” She leaned back on the chair. Her expression shifted, and her tone became somber. “Sophie, I don’t know what’s going on. And we might not be too close to share, but you would be alright.” She faced a wide grin that betrayed the worries that glinted in her eyes. “Everything is just a phase; they all pass. That’s why you should hold on to beautiful things and forget the sad ones. It’s a waste to ponder over things outside control.” Adeline rubbed my hand, instilling

“You know Alphas are trash. They are bad people.” Adeline tried to open her eyes. She blinked a few times before looking straight at Hazel. “Don’t hesitate to call me, okay?” she raised her fist and said. “If that Alpha did anything bad to you, I’m going to punch him in the face.” Hazel just nodded and did not object at all. “You should stop. You are already drunk.” Hazel insisted. “I’m not!” Adeline exclaimed. “I know what I’m doing!” She took another glass from the table and took it straight in one gulp.

Camila's quiet presence beside her, whispering soothing words, was a small mercy. The the night before we got to Hazem displayed an unmistakable shift. According to schedule Adaline waltz out of her tent, goes on her knees with Camila by her side wearing a sorrowful look. I pranced towards the two going on both my knees, holding Adaline's hands. She slowly traced my hands back to me and begin tearing up.

Violently convulsing as she came all over him. "He only needs to drain that bitch and then we'll be left with nothing, Adelaide!! Nothing!" He roared out, spilling into her and making that abnormally large amount of cum leak all over them. Onto his balls, over the throne. Niraxis wanted to retch by now, so sickeningly repulsed by the entire show. But that disgusted feeling was swiftly replaced by utter shock and horror as soon as she watched Adelaide rip a spike out of that chair with her bare hands before showing it straight into the middle of Mephistos' chest. What the fuck?!?

She thought she was this close to nailing Carmela with the news from the pack witch but with the pack witch murdered and Tatum thinking he is Carmela’s mate, she is now back to square zero. She hears a loud pound on her door and her eyes snap from her reflection to the door just as it flies open. Adaline steps in and the gaze she sets on Leila reeks of malice and contempt. Her eyes are narrow and her fists are clenched. “When are you moving out?” Adaline blurts out curtly, picking Leila up and down with her scornful eyes. Leila gives her a stern look before she shakes her head, walks into her closet and shuts it behind her.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

"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.

she said in a hoarse whisper and started to suck on his neck. Damien could feel himself slowly losing control. This isn't good. She was high, and he was not. He should stop her. "Damien," Adeline took his hand and placed it under her shirt, urging him to grab her breast. "Fuck me. Please, Damien, I can't take it anymore. I'll be better than all of your hoes. You'll see. I want to be your only hoe. Don't you want me?" she pouted. "My body is burning. Do something, make me feel good," she croaked out.

Her deep blue eyes and thick and long eyelashes gently rested on her eyelids, like a small fan. Staring at Alan all the time, he couldn't help but praise in his heart, "What's wrong with the men nowadays? They are all so beautiful. I used to think that Adrian's skin was very good, but now I see him. His delicate and smooth skin has a little wheat color, and his whole body is charming." "If you keep looking at me like this, I will misunderstand you..." A ghost-like voice came from beside him. Adeline was so frightened by the sudden voice that he turned around. Alan was pinned down on top of her.

After hanging up, Adeline's long fingers scrolled through photos of Lizzie and Jacob. She had intended to meet Lizzie earlier in the day. Since Lizzie didn't know about her, she planned to make her aware. Adeline was Bruno's lover, not Lizzie. But she hadn't expected to witness such a juicy scene. Regardless of whether there were lingering feelings or not, she intended to make good use of those photos.