Haunting Adeline Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

This part is for my forever steppy, much. I love that even though we're the only two readers of my story, I'm okay, she's my reader, and then I'll write for her. My Alpha and inspiration 👉 ChristieAdlawan haha. I know I'm a weird steppy but peace haha. I miss you. ..... > Guys do you know Aileen? Haha, she is our neighbor. Haha, joke. Muah. (Aileen POV)

She paused for a while before she answered, “That’s actually a good idea. I’ll talk to Caspian. You can be his assistant. His office is on the same floor as Adrian’s. He will be Adrian’s secretary.” I let out a sigh of relief and nodded as though she could see me. “That’s better. Alright, I gotta go. Adrian is burning up again,” I told her. “Good luck with your prince charming,” She said, a tinge of amusement in her voice as she ended the call. I knew she was teasing me so I just chuckled and got back to trying to bring Adrian’s temperature. It took hours of cleaning his body with cold water for his temperature to become normal. I stretched feeling very tired and yawned.

Ximena/Angela’s POV Aunt Sadie remained silent until Penelope had finished with Raven and put her to sleep. “I don’t know why, but I feel the need to help Hudson get out of there. Something tells me that if he doesn’t get out soon, something terrible might happen. Remember how Mila ended up,” Aunt Sadie explained after Penelope left. “Do you think Adeline’s ghost is involved?” I asked awkwardly. “I don’t believe in ghosts or resurrection. Adeline is gone, but her conspirators are still alive,” she said firmly, as if she knew exactly who was behind everything.

I slammed my mind walls shut, he clearly needed time to chill, and I needed the space to breathe. This was the torment I had been dealing with ever since I met Adeline in my literature class a week ago. Dax had been making my life a living hell with his relentless demands to mate and mark her. Heck, I couldn't even remember how many times he had forced me to run to her window under the cover of night, just to be close enough to inhale that intoxicating scent of hers. It was the only thing keeping him sane, that, and a brutal spar with some of the pack warriors.

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

She's beneath me. I'm hovering over her. I am now in control. She is powerless! Adeline had her moment, she did whatever she wanted with me. Now it's my turn to torture her. Sweet torture.... Slowly- perfectly- no hurry at all. She's all mine. Her body is mine, to do with it whatever I deem fit! Still in my kneeling position, I bend over her and reach for her lips. Our lips meet and lock. The spark is mighty... almost electrocuting...

"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?"

Halloway The phantom sensation of Soren's fingers around my throat hadn't left me for three days. It was a cold, pulsing memory that made my skin itch and my pussy throb with a dull, constant ache. I could still feel the phantom weight of his seed leaking out of me, a mark of ownership that I had tried to scrub away but only ended up craving more. I was a respectable woman-a woman with glasses and a career-but at night, I was a creature of pure, unadulterated filth.

BOOK 3: Chapter 24: The Son’s Ultimatum Adrian doesn’t stop until she is completely undone—until she’s trembling, panting, wrecked, begging him for more like it’s the only thing that can keep her sane. He teases her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink again and again, forcing climax after climax from her until she’s lost count. Her body is soaked, shaking. He doesn’t let up until she’s collapsed against the bed in a daze, her thighs twitching, her breath ragged.

The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies. As the moments stretched into eternity, Amira's senses danced between the ethereal and the corporeal. She felt the vampire's reverence in every movement, his hunger tempered by a delicate touch that spoke of a profound connection. It was a sensual waltz of entwined desires, a celebration of life and lust.