Haunting Adeline Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

Elena’s hazel eyes widened with raw hunger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Fuck, look at that dick,” she moaned, reaching out to wrap both hands around my thick shaft. “So much thicker and longer than my ex-husband’s pathetic little thing. Come closer, baby. Let Mrs. Harper worship this cock properly.” She got on her knees at the edge of the bed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying as she stroked me slowly at first, admiring every inch, tracing the veins with her fingers. Then she leaned forward and licked the precum from the swollen head like it was her favorite treat, humming happily at the taste.

When he pulled back, his hand was already fisted in her hair, arching her neck so she had no choice but to look up at him. “Strip,” he ordered, voice rough. “Slowly. Let me see what belongs to me.” Emma’s fingers shook as she obeyed, peeling off her thin sweater, then her skirt, until she stood in nothing but pale-pink lace. Adrian’s gaze raked over her like fire. “All of it.” The bra and panties fell to the floor. Cool air kissed her skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his stare. He circled her once, then stopped behind her. His palm slid down her spine, stopping just above the curve of her ass.

How could I possibly look after my pup? I wasn't a qualified mother, nor a qualified mate. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. With a loud slam, the door was shut. I suddenly remembered that Wesley confiscated some Wolfsbane from a traitor in the pack. Apparently, there was no antidote for it. I walked over to the safe and retrieved the Wolfsbane, adding them to a glass of water. Then, I drank it all in one go. My body started to burn. I knew my life had begun its countdown.

“Tea looks fancy today.” “Chamomile with honey,” I said mock-proudly. “Very adult.” “Extremely adult,” he agreed solemnly. Then, with a tiny grin: “You know what’s not adult? The fact that I burned pasta yesterday.” “You’re never living that down.” He held up a hand. “I accept my fate.” Something flickered in the quiet between us—familiar, soft, a warm breath of the connection we’d been carefully rebuilding. Not the sharp magnetism from earlier chapters. Not the unpredictable intensity.

he muttered. “Your book fell. I put it back on the shelf. Go get it and stop bothering me,” he said, closing his eyes. Adeline’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She fetched her book, sat on the bed, leaned back, and resumed reading. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier. She finally set the book on the bedside table, pulled up the blanket, and closed her eyes. ***

“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.

But why the hell did I feel so damn under her spell right now? "Come to me, Killian," Adeline said as she went on her knees. And my legs walked to her before my brain could think. I stopped before her, running my fingers through her silky purple hair. She was perfection. "I love you, Mama." Adeline opened my zipper and took my shaft into her mouth, and the galaxy exploded behind my eyes. Somewhere in between her suction and gurgles, she responded a muffled 'I love you too'. We were supposed to be with family, having dinners and playing games. But here we were— in the place where we'd share many first happy memories together, just to recreate the naughty parts. We were the host of the dinner,

After a short walk, suddenly, Aakifahlynn felt herself being jacked up to the carriage, and Duke Chapman's tongue forced entry into her mouth. Adeline relaxed and allowed him entrance; she was just caught off-guard by the force of it; he pulled away from her lips and started nibbling on her neck. Adeline's head fell to the side, and she moaned, almost caught up in the feeling of being handled as if he wanted her badly. Would she really do this? Or should she snap his neck now, then rip his heart out, or perhaps slice off his head? When suddenly, she felt him ripped away from her. His body warmth leaving her was evident in the coolness of the night.

Suddenly she saw him in front of her. Before she could utter a word, in a split second his canines sank into the skin between her neck and shoulder, marking her. He pulled her into his arms and his breath fanned the area of her neck. She panicked, she wasn't ready for this! She could not help the tremor as licked her mark, sending tingles to every part of her body. Suddenly, that part began to feel hot. Andrea was confused as to why he did that but then Derek and his men came out of their hiding. She became scared and her heart started beating so fast.

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.