The Age Of Adaline の小説・ストーリー

I said politely as I rose from my seat. The candidate was a young girl and had been turned when she was sixteen, frozen in time at the same maturity level. She was small in stature with strawberry blonde curls and looked more like a doll than a protector and nanny. The girl, wearing heels to appear taller, rose to her full height and extended her hand. “Mr. Steel, thank you for the opportunity, and may I just say that, although I look young, I am over one hundred and fifty years old, having been turned in 1863, during the Civil War.” Yes, she was young. I smiled warmly. “Thank you, Adeline. I’ll keep that in mind.”

To the world she was ugly but for them, she was their dear Freya the Nobel girl. His mother had tried to do numerous experiments to remove the hair from her face and body. She even tried to wax it and used chemicals, but it turned out to be very painful and she was hospitalized for weeks. So no one experimented with her body and let her be the way she was. Loved by her family she did not need anyone’s sympathy and had grown into an independent woman. He had to go on and off for business lately but returned today to surprise her as it was a special day for her but she surprised him by vanishing into the dense forest before he came. He knew his sister was quite different from the normal girls

Adeline apologized after greeting them. "There are no worries, you must have been pretty tired from your journey. let me introduce you.." her mother acknowledged and turned to her family introducing them respectively. "Adeline this is my husband, Rex Luther. You can call him Uncle." "Hello, Uncle. it's a pleasure to meet you." She greeted in a soft voice, as he smiled in response. "Nice to meet you too, Adeline." While her mother introduced the two kids; the young girl who looked around 16 years old was known as Madeline and the younger boy, Lucas. They were both her children.

“Judy, pull up the photos of the homeless man incident a few days ago. Compare them with this woman and the high heels in front of her to see if they are the same person!” With a series of typing sounds, a few photos were pulled out. Soon, the comparison was completed, and Judy said, “That’s right! It’s her. This woman is called Adalind. She’s 23 years old and is 164 centimeters tall. She used to be a model. Last year, for some unknown reason, she retired from the modeling world. Now, she lives at 1708, 17th floor, House 23, Manhattan.”

Then she put it on Nina’s wound. “Take care of your hand. Don’t get the band-aid dirty again,” said Adeline. Nina nodded her head. “How old are you?” asked Adeline suddenly. “Me? Five years,” replied Nina. “Ah, it turns out you’re older than me.” “Yes. We are one year apart,” said Nina. Adeline smiled again. “Come on. You are done, right?” asked Adeline. “We’re back to class. Our teacher must have waited a long time,” said Adeline.

the dean suggested, leading Bruno and Lizzie to his office along with Adeline's attending physician. "This is Adeline's medical report. Because of the fall, her head was severely injured. The fact she woke up after such a long time is a miracle. However, she has lost all her memories and her mental age has regressed to that of a seven or eight-year-old child," the dean explained, handing the report to Bruno. "Adeline is thirty years old, so she…" Lizzie couldn't finish her sentence. "Correct, she has the body of a thirty-year-old but the mind of a child," the dean confirmed Lizzie's thoughts.

He leaves. I walk over to Adaline, watching her face glisten even though it was close to pale. I drag a stool close to get bed, I sat down next to her sleep so calmly. She was always laid on her back so the maids could feed her properly, even with all that effort it seems she isn't eating enough. "I won't let you die this time." I said in a low tone, whilst caressing her cheeks. "So hang on a little longer, wait for me. I promise I'll make you happy."

Although it didn't hurt, the sensation of touching him sent shivers through my entire body and made me struggle to maintain my composure. His green eyes darkened, forming hard pools. "You claimed to be an eighteen-year-old delta wolf raised by a single mother, when in reality you are twenty-one, an omega, and the daughter of a scumbag. Did you think I would never find out?” Tears stung behind my eyelids, and my heart pounded painfully. Adonis' words stung like a bee, and I wasn't sure how much more I could bear. I shut my eyes tightly, tears running silently down my cheeks.

"You're only 22?" "So young?" "That's right!" Adeline replied. She was already 21 years old, but in order to prevent Christiano from finding out about her background, she had changed her age and age. "But it's almost the same!" Adeline's face was already a baby's, and his face was small. At first, he thought he was overthinking things, but he didn't expect her to be so young. "You're seven years younger than me!" After Nan Ming Ziye finished speaking, he put his ID card into the machine and scanned it before returning it to Adeline.

And when it became clear to his father that I wasn’t coming back, that I had finally drawn a line—I suppose other arrangements had been made. Quietly, of course. I didn’t know what Sylvester thought. Whether he’d protested or even known. If he had, he hadn’t reached out to me. But Adaline? Adaline was perfect. Small, poised, refined without being soft. She had a way of standing still like she was always in motion, effortless. She didn’t look like someone who questioned herself in the mirror at night. She was decisive. Sharp. And she had reason to be—she’d taken her family’s collapsing hotel empire and turned it around in just under a year, after a scandal that should’ve ended them.