The Age Of Adaline Book Novels & Stories

She stopped immediately she saw the scene, her scarred disfigured face looking super ugly as her barefoot stilled on the surface she's standing on. "I'm sorry...master," Adeline repeated, unconsciously sniffing Madden's scent as she wrapped her arms tighter on him. There's the falling snow smell, then there's Madden's snowy smell. They're damn different. "How long did you starve yourself for?" His deep voice came. Adeline broke the hug to look up at him. She's tall, but not like him. "Two days," she replied, and she saw his sharp jaws clench. Lifting the curve of his pointer finger to her chin, he raised her face up, and she tightened her lips.

A beautiful woman with silky ashy blond hair and ocean eyes was enjoying her coffee as I waited for the next train in silence. I suddenly felt my phone buzz in my pocket and when I checked, it was a message from Julian asking if I got on the train safely and before I could answer, my phone decided to die and leave me. I slightly cursed under my breath so that no one could hear me when I realized I completely forgot to charge it last night. I quickly put my phone back into my pocket and pretended nothing happened. 'Adalyn' was written in cursive handwriting on a light blue keychain attached to her bag. 'That's a cute name' I thought to myself. I was too shy to start talking so I just sat besi

I asked the young girl, and was met with a pair of intelligent sapphire eyes. Adelina looked like a normal six-year-old, wavy platinum hair that reached just below her shoulders, and a round face with delicately pointed ears. It was her eyes that seemed much older, much too smart for a little girl. Her eyes seemed to drift for a moment, no longer focused on me. She blinked a second later and gave me a wide smile. “Could we speak in private?” Adelina asked me, glancing towards an arched door on the other side of the room. “I’d rather not speak around Tamara and Aralia, if I can help it.”

Adaline possesses more authority than most alpha males and can even command them, a skill attributed to her lineage. “It’s okay,” I mumbled, even though I hadn’t heard a word the presenter said. Everyone was dismissed from the meeting, but I remained with Adaline. She handed me a strong glass of whiskey, which I gulped down. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, knowing me all too well. She handed me another glass. “Did you see your handsome enemy again?” she purred, and I grimaced at the thought of him. I’d never abhorred anyone as much as I hated that man, and I promised myself I would make his life as miserable as mine.

“Thank you, Adeline. I’ll keep that in mind.” She returned smile and walked graciously toward the door. “Thanks, again, Mr. Steel.” “Adeline,” I returned with a nod, holding the door open for her. She nodded and walked out. I gently closed the door behind her and leaned against it in exasperation. “She didn’t seem so bad.” I looked up to see Leila standing in the doorway. “Too young.” Leila laughed. “She’s over a hundred and fifty years old!” I shook my head. “She would be more like a babysitter and playmate than a nanny and protector. I can see her playing cars and Barbies with him, but then if a rogue vampire comes at the door …”

I smiled at her. "My apologies ma'am, good morning," Adaline said, bowing her head a little. "How was your night?" I asked and cleared my throat, before sitting close to the kitchen counter. "It wasn't too fine," Adaline replied with a sad tone. She turned off the cooker and looked at me. "I miss her," Adaline uttered with tears filling her eyes. "She reminded me so much about my daughter. Her laughter, smile, and vibrant character made me love her as if she were mine,"

Although they were identical, they could still be differentiated, Adaline had charcoal black hair, very long reaching the middle of her buttocks, dark soulless eyes that could never let out a smile or emotion, all it did was look and close for a night of sleep. Adele had chocolate brown hair, which was just in the middle of her back, wavy and shiny, she had light brown eyes that shone brightly whenever she smiled heartily in contentment. Inside a bedroom that gave off a girlish vibe, it was painted in cream and gold and a touch of peach, a very wide room with a walk-in closet. On the queen-size bed, two figures sat on the bed while the older one tries to pacify the younger who was nothing bu

Once again, Adaline shook her head. Adaline tried to stand up, but her knees felt too weak. Without being asked, Altezza helped her. The man carried her back into the room and sat her down on the bed. "My bag," Adaline requested, pointing towards where she kept her bag. Altezza frowned, but he did as Adaline asked. Adaline handed him a small blue-covered book. Altezza's forehead furrowed even more. "What's this?" he asked, confused. Without waiting for an answer, he slowly opened the book. A black and white photo and the doctor's writing greeted his eyes. "This...?" Altezza stared at the book, then at his wife in turns.

The only colour that didn’t look like her favourite colour was her fiery red hair. “You must be the new volunteer. I’m Jules.” She stretched out her hand for a shake. “I can already tell we’ll be good friends and partners too but I can’t decide if you will leave me hanging.” I looked down, her hand was out and hanging. I quickly accepted it. “I’m Adeline.” “I love your name. Can I call you Adele?” “Sure. If it’s named after someone popular, why not?” “Great. We should start with the feeding now. Well, Sonia the snake hasn’t been fed and ‘Tiger’ too needs her vaccine. And...”

"You've gotta be fucking joking." I agreed with the bastard; that introduction was a joke. So, walked past my old man, locked eyes with Nikolai’s and smiled athim. "Adelina is not my stepsister," I whispered. I didn't mind how his brows dip, and I added: "She’s *mine*."