The Age Of Adaline The Book Novels & Stories

Which was way behind the others. Straight and tall she stood in denim shorts. She was wearing a hat her hair lean and red were loose her beautiful eyes were keen and watchful as she waited.......until the buck’s head lifted again looking straight at her. A Startled snort and the buck sprang away and the others followed. The girl stood with her hands on her hips watching them go. She knew who was disturbing her, so she lay low and then squatted on her heels glancing around the glade. She followed the buck slowly again and moved with speed hiding behind the pine trees and bushes any normal human being who saw her would think that she was a witch.

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.

“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.”