Haunting Adeline Spicy Pages Novels & Stories

“One evenin’, it was gettin’ dark, and the streets were mostly empty. I should have gone back in, but I didn’t. Sometimes I’d see a cute boy walkin’ around, and I was hopin’ he’d come by and hear my singin’. But then I felt hot breath on the back o’ my neck, and somethin’ hit my head. Everythin’ went black. “When I woke up, I was lyin’ down. The street moved beneath me, a trail o’ blood comin’ from me. Someone was draggin’ me into an alley. She pushed me against a wall, and I realized it was that woman, starin’ at me with that same look o’ hunger. She pulled off the cloth coverin’ her face, and it was the prettiest damn face I ever seen. Yet she wore such gaudy bright red blush that she coul

I woke up and saw Alice standing next to me in a white robe and a face mask. "What?" I asked. "I'm hungry" she muttered. "Hungry for what? didn't you just eat like..." I looked at the time, "2 hours ago?" "I'm not hungry for that anymore" she said. "Okay what would you like to have?" I asked. "Seafood boil, with some imitation crabs too", she said. Who eats seafood boil by 3 in the morning? Alice. "Okay I'll call for them to get you seafood -"

Adolf, a wealthy and powerful businessman, stepped into his lavish apartment after a long day at the office. The penthouse suite was his playground, where he indulged in his darkest desires with his three submissive slaves. Celine, Esther, and Krissy were his playthings, eager to fulfill his every whim. Celine, a raven-haired beauty with piercing green eyes, greeted Adolf at the door. She wore nothing but a sheer black teddy that left little to the imagination. "Welcome home, Master," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "We've been waiting for you."

I say compelling her. I release my fangs and bite her soft perfect neck draining almost half of her blood, she tastes so sweet like brown sugar and honey, I bite my wrist and feed her my blood to heal her neck "you walked out the back of the hotel, tripped going through the fence and passed out in the paddock" I compell her, then I vanish from her sight. It's almost midnight as I head back to the motel, the moon is full and high in the sky, the motel is small and disgusting, I've heard these kinds referred to as a flea bag motel, never really understood why.

the madame said. Camilla smiled, it seemed she had gotten her ally. The madame would be very useful to her, she thought to herself. "thank you, I will keep that in mind" she told the madame. "Now, I am sure you came in here for breakfast, come and have a seat, I will serve you breakfast" she told Camilla. "Thank you" Camilla said as she sat down and prepared to have her breakfast. ……….. Camilla was sitting on Dante's bed reading a book, she was bored out of her mind. She wished she could be anywhere but in this room.

In a blur, he was in front of them, ripping the dead deer off the table so violently it shattered the glass wall of the beach house. “What the fuck?!” he growled, voice coated in rage. My stomach twisted in knots at the scene. Blood splattered. The pungent, raw smell of dead flesh hung thick in the air. A few of his men had been feeding—right on the kitchen counter, the same damn kitchen that shared an open space with the living room. “We were only hungry… that’s all,” one of them mumbled, heads bowed low. Their fear was visible. They trembled like leaves in a storm. Of course they did—he was Abaddon, after all.

They didn’t divorce, but they didn’t seem to reconcile anytime soon. Before Clavier could say anything, Adeline collapsed, and he rushed in to catch her body. “Adeline!” Clavier called as her eyes were slowly closing. He touched her forehead and felt her skin was burning hot as if she was grilled alive. There were red markings all over her arms. With her shaking hands, she reached for something inside the pocket of her jacket. “What’s this?” Clavier asked. “The drug...the First Elder’s blood used to produce the drug...and the research data….” Adeline replied softly before losing consciousness.

gave her milk, clothes and yet they were all strangers. " He has a reason why he is doing so ", Mr Heyes mumbled clasping his hands tighter. " What is it Mr Heyes, tell me", She sounded more frightened as if someone was pushing her in hell. " Currently many people ask themselves why Kieran Spencer has no wife and yet he is handsome but the fact is that devil just uses the ladies he gets and then they disappear mysteriously ", He explained boldly. " Seriously! Is that true ? ", She gasped out currently soaked with sweat . " Of course it's true ", He mumbled confidently. " Then....... that means ....he is a murderer", Rinna stuttered as she whispered. " Yes , then you the next ", He retorted.

Arden was buried between my thighs, devouring me with a starvation that made my toes curl in memory, while Brent took my mouth. My hands were tangled in their hair, my knuckles white, pulling them closer as if I could bridge the gap between our fucking souls through sheer physical friction. Then Elden stepped into the frame, his presence commanding and his intent clear. He slid into me in one brutal, single stroke that made the recorded version of me arch her back in a silent scream of ecstasy. The sound followed, a choked, wet moan that echoed through the study’s speakers, sounding far more obscene and desperate than I remembered.

Knox's smile returned, tinged with satisfaction at her compliance. "Yes?" he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of triumph. Taking a steadying breath, Adeline slowly resumed her seat, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Knox. The room seemed to hold its breath, its very air thick with anticipation, as she mustered the strength to begin recounting her haunting tale. Her words, like delicate threads, wove a tapestry of profound loss, relentless survival, and a desperate search for answers that had consumed her every waking moment.