The Age Of Adaline The Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dinner is delicious. Adaline, Addy, as she likes to be called, is the head maid in the house. She has worked here for a long time and the stories she shares with me make me forget all about the horrific things that could’ve taken place just hours before. She only comes in three days a week now, which is why I haven’t seen her before. I wish she was here all the time. I enjoy her company so much, and not just because she saved me from a horrible situation.

Could it be… uncle Jerome would save me? “ Our generous Alpha has given me the permission, his magnanimous consent to judge this case” he turns to look at me and our eyes clash, and for a moment I think they almost soften. “So after deep thinking, I have decided that the criminal, Adeline will be degraded to the pack’s slave and will live out her life forever heeding to the demands of the pack and if she dares to reject it. I have given due approval for her to be punished in any manner that pack member benefits”

Glistening like an old copper penny being examined in the warmth next to powerful flames that were licking the safety glass door of an old fireplace. Her inspiration most probably comes from her wide knowledge and desire of reading every second of her life. The summum of a book worm if you want my opinion. The behaviour of her 'lovely' husband stops her from learning more and more. He told her multiple times that reading was useless and therefore prohibited. To my surprise Adalyn refuses to divorce. The reason itself is far from clear. Perhaps the fear of being in danger; Her jerk of a husband always insists on the fact that a divorce is not possible in any way. The worst could happen and t

“No, you’re not. No one is taking my baby sister out on a date; besides she has a boyfriend. Her and Elliot have been together for like two years now or some shit like that.” At that moment Adalina strolls into the kitchen wearing a figure-hugging black dress, a pair of black knee-high leather boots and a blue jean jacket. Her hair is straight; it reaches just below her ass. I love when her hair is straight it is so beautiful. Adalina did her makeup a little bolder than usual. The most eye-catching part is the bright red lipstick; it makes her perfect pouty lips look even more kissable. Holy fuck she looks beautiful.

Adeline’s POV I woke before the sun came out. The house was quiet in that soft way before morning really began. I lit the small lamp and set the checkered picnic mat on the table. Bread into a tin. Sliced apples brushed with lemon so they wouldn’t brown. Cheese wrapped tight in cloth. A jar of honey, two small knives, napkins, cups, and a clean blanket. I filled one flask with tea and another with sweet water. My hands moved fast; my head did not.

"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*."

I can't help the tears spilling down my cheeks, "Adal, Alan, come here, his sister came to rescue us." Figures emerge from the bottom of the cell. They are tall, almost the size of Einar. They look a lot like my mother except that their hair is as black as mine. "Alanna, I introduce you to your brothers," she speaks, "this is Adal, he is the older of the two by fifteen minutes," he introduces me to the first one and I shake his hand, "and this is Alan, the youngest of my children," I also he shakes hands, although he is a little shyer.

Immediately she entered her room, the smell became intense. “Did something die here? Everywhere is smelling,” Adalyn muttered. Adalyn searched the whole room, but she couldn’t find the dead animal. She searched inside the book shelves, wardrobe and cabinets, yet, she couldn’t find the dead animal. “But, I can perceive the smell from this room; show your hideout…,” Adalyn thought. Adalyn lifted the bed and saw something that resembled a human’s head; she used her torchlight to aid her view.

Within seconds,a hard slap connected with my cheek, I felt a metallic taste in my mouth, I knew my lip was cut. “Babe!”Sally screamed and ran to pull him. I could feel tears moistening my eyes,so I focused my sight on the marbled floor and chewed hard on my lips to prevent my whimper. ******* Sally's Pov: I was wearing one of Adam's favorite shirts,lying on the couch after the meal. I couldn't still tell why he treated the girl quite my age that way, I felt some kind of pity for her. “What are you thinking of?”his voice broke into my thoughts. I looked up to see him taking off his shirt.

Then I stood up, telling everyone, “Sebastian and I are going to see Eva. We’ll be back shortly.” As soon as we were out the door, he asked, “Where does Eva live?” I smiled, “Just next door.” We walked to a small, white bungalow style house and I knocked on the door. A young woman who looked to be around age sixteen with coal black, waist-length hair opened the door. I smiled, “Hello, Eva. How are you?” Eva smiled, “It’s been a minute, Adele. I’m good. How are you? I heard you found your mate.” I smiled, “I’m doing well. Yes, I did. This is my mate, Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my cousin, Eva.” Sebastian shook her hand and she laughed, “He thinks I’m an unmated teenager.” I chuckled, “Eva i