Zade From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

And with its cold solemn voice, it said to me, " Oh, dearest seeker! cease thy gaze for thy Bambina is the fairest of them all.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was the sound of laughter. The sound of chants and clinking glasses that she heard but wasn't interested in witnessing it. So he stood at the door frame, watching her read through a book. Her phone sitting behind her with her other free hand gripping it like it was the most precious thing she had. Zade was there, dressed in causals— a simple black joggers and a black Voutte singlet— too tight that it embraced his smexy physique without justice.

Zara shook her head “Mr Adalase had eyes only for her. They even did this special dance sequence that only Mr Weldon and Major General Evans were able to do.” “Please…” Therese made a disgusted face “I can bet a million dollars that she must have used some underhanded methods.” “With Mr Adalase?” Maylin rebuked hooking her eyebrows. Zara pursed her lips into a stern expression “Therese, if you want to stir trouble, I will have to stop our association here.”

The sunlight that filtered into the bars of the room woke her up and she found two guards sneering down at her, standing beside them was the third master of the Harrison family, Zaqh Harrison. " Third master, please spare me" Adaline said with tears, she would do anything not to get married to an old crippled butler. " Third master, please don't marry me off, I can be a scullery maid, I can even work for you for free" Adaline pleaded desperately. Zaqh snorted " I would rather kill a scheming maid like you than have you work for me" Zaqh's eyes twinkled mischievously, he didn't know why that person asked him to keep an eye on the eldest miss.

AVA Zade placed his hand on my shoulder, like he was scared I might fall apart if he touched me too hard. I blinked up at him, still half stuck in sleep, but the look on his face pulled the rest of it straight out of me. He was pale. Like, actually pale. “Ava,” he whispered. “Wake up. Come on.” My stomach dropped. Zade never looked like that. Not even when the world was falling apart. I pushed myself up and followed his eyes toward the balcony. The curtains swayed a little with the early morning breeze, but that was it. There were no strange shadows or shapes.

Subject: “Zane Cade: Hurting People to Get What He Wants?” The body was short, punchy: “Attached is evidence of Zane’s predatory behavior toward Adriana. This video shows him coercing her into acts she didn’t want, all for a promised role. Her words, ‘he said I wouldn’t get the acting job if I didn’t let him tie me up. And have sex with me. He laughed when I cried. He said no one would believe me.’ Share this to protect others. Anonymous.”

“She’s trembling already. You were made for this, Brooks. Made to be eaten alive.” And then Zade buried his face between my legs. The sound he made, low, guttural, filthy, ripped through me, the wet drag of his tongue forcing a cry out of my throat. My hands shot out, clawing at Heath’s shoulders for something to anchor me as Zade feasted like a starving man. “Oh my God—Zade!” My voice cracked as my back lifted from the mattress, my thighs shaking violently. Heath didn’t let me turn away, his grip firm on my jaw, forcing me to look down, forcing me to watch Zade devour me.

He responded easily and I glanced out the window, losing myself to my worried thoughts. ~~~ When we arrived back at his home, as soon as we were being let in, a woman clad in a short dress walked right towards Zade, wrapped around his shoulders and kissed him right on the lips.

I pressed. His silence answered for him. Adeline folded her arms, watching us like she’d bought a ticket to a show. “You see?” she murmured. “All I did was offer help. You both seem so… tense lately.” “Enough,” Zane snapped, and the word echoed against the stone. Adeline’s smile flickered but didn’t disappear. I stepped closer to the fire pit now, heels steady against the gravel. “If you wanted nostalgia,” I said quietly, glancing at the decanter, “you could have chosen a less obvious prop.”

“What why —” Shoving the glass in my face, as I spluttered the drink everywhere he forcefully made me drink it. Just as the scorching taste of the drink burnt through my throat I started feeling a bit dizzy, I grabbed on to Lynn’s arm for support before my legs could give up, “Lynn, I don’t feel —” I stuttered and everything after that was a whim. * * * * * * * Zane’s POV * * * * * * * I watched as Lynn took Amelia to the dance floor, and he was so close to her body that the wine glass in my hand shattered when I clenched my fist on it tightly.