Romans & histoires The Age Of Adaline The Book

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.

She was screwed, that's for sure. After Odette left, Adeline looked around the bedroom. It was large and had a lot of things to entertain herself with. There was an Amazon Kindle sitting next to a huge flat-screen TV hidden behind some drapes. Adeline turned on the TV and saw it had all the streaming services. She looked through the Kindle, and it was loaded with thousands of books. There were several bookshelves loaded with books too, but they looked untouched, like no one had ever read them. What a beautiful prison, perfect for a princess in a tower! Adeline was amazed. Was that what Damien imagined she was? No, she was his bought-and-paid-for whore in a tower and she'd do well to remember

"I guess you aren't so comfortable with me." Adeline quickly nodded the negative. "No, ma'am." That was a lie. Before she could speak further, Nyx interrupted her. Her eyes were filled with love and she felt some sort of familiarity as they spoke together. "You...you seem like someone I know. Your gorgeous eyeballs keeps sparkling the same way they used to do nineteen years ago." "W...what do you mean?" Adeline stammered. "We've never met before." "You might think so, child but I can never mistake you for anyone else." Nyx protested, looking at the mark on Adeline's arm. "I know this mark, it was the same mark on my two twin daughters nineteen years ago."

She purposely presses herself into it and stands there like a doll out on display. Fuck me. “I…” I stutter, swallowing loudly, heat shooting straight to my groin. “Of course not. How can I ever change my mind, baby?” “Good,” she says as she slowly swipes her palm over the top part of the glass, revealing her face clearly. “Because I’ll be very disappointed.” Adaline… she presents herself like a young innocent, naive girl on the outside, but she’s as cunning as she is smart. And she knows exactly how to get what she wants when she wants it.

It was also the color of her mother’s eyes, while her father’s eyes were Crystal Blue, and known as a rare one. It has been twenty-two years since Adeline lived a happy and peaceful life with her family, and she can say that there’s nothing more she could ask for but to be with them until she becomes successful in life. Because for her, that was one of the best gifts she could ever return to them for raising her.

"You can't save her if she doesn't want to be saved, Alexandru, you have to let her come to you. Love her, believe that your love is enough for her to come back to you." "In most stories, there's always a big bad wolf, and a meek, sweet girl, but Adaline will burn the world down, with her inside it, and here you are, ready to end the world for love. You have to get with this narrative, and understand it, Adaline is not a meek, small girl that will run to you for help, she's a girl that left home, and ten years later, removing Romania, she has gotten her PhD, is engaged and is financially comfortable."

John stood outside the sanatorium gates for a full four hours. Everyone who passed by would look at him curiously. I let out a long sigh. Just as I was about to go downstairs and settle things with him once and for all, Adaline suddenly appeared. Her hair was a mess. She had a jagged scar on her forehead that wasn't very nice to look at. One of her feet was bare and bleeding after getting scraped raw by the gravel. She left bloody footprints behind her.

“Now, what do you think about leaving me these documents? I picked up the folder on the table, and we can enjoy our lunch” Adeline swallowed hard, and felt much more nervous than before. For some reason, she felt like I was flirting with her. “But that couldn't be possible, could it?” she thought, realizing she was just a fat, ugly woman. She was thirty-two years old, but for some reason, she felt forty. “Yes, of course,” she said and forced a smile onto her face. The meal was silent for most of the time, interrupted only by the sound of cutlery. Until her companion decided to break the silence with his powerful voice.

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

The three of them eat some more cake and pack the rest of it back for the others to enjoy. Since yesterday, Adeline had been feeling quite anxious and nervous. When she had been cursed to desiccate, she had known that it would be some time before she woke up again. But she had never imagined that it would be almost a hundred years. The world she has woken up in is so drastically different from what she had left behind. She was happy to have her elder sister by her side. They had talked very late into the night and she had filled her in on a lot of things that had happened and changed since 1924.