Zade Haunting Adeline Fanart Novels & Stories

At this point, I regret telling Damon to take another car- he'd help me even if I didn't ask him to. Perhaps I look miserable, or maybe it's the constant hissing, but finally, Zeno had enough. He lets out a loud groan and glares at me. "Do you need any help there, Alpha Hades?" Is it weird that his tone kind of turns me on? Just like the look in his eyes? Maybe it's because of the strange effect this tiny Alpha has on me, but all I want to do is tease him. I drop the old bandage on the seat next to me and wiggle my eyebrows, "What kind of help, my dear wife?"

And this one, rare and unguarded, that only appears when nobody’s watching. My phone buzzes. Victor: “Dom sent previews. Zara, the Hadid book was inspired. Coffee cups perfect. Adrian actually looks human. Posting at 7PM.” I show Adrian. “‘Actually looks human,’” he says flatly. “On the bright side, you’ve cleared the bar.” “The bar Victor sets gets lower every year.” “Or you’re getting better at clearing it.” I set my phone down. “For what it’s worth, that smile just now? That one’s my favourite.”

“See for yourself.” Zaya hesitated before snatching the folder. Her fingers trembled as she flipped it open—and froze. Inside were photographs. Adrian. With another woman. Not just any woman—her half-sister, Elara. The images were like knives plunging into her chest. Adrian’s arm draped around Elara’s waist, his lips brushing her cheek in a way that screamed intimacy. Zaya’s breath hitched, her vision blurring as she stumbled back. “No… This isn’t real,” she whispered.

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled for a second, then handed it to me, the screen glowing with a folder labeled simply; “Noise & Color.” The first image was of a stormy coastline—painted in shades of charcoal and navy, sharp lines and movement everywhere. It wasn’t pretty, exactly, but it made you feel something. I swiped to the next. A hand tangled in a mess of chains and rose vines. Then a faceless man with piano keys instead of ribs. “Whoa,” I murmured. “Too much?” “No. I mean, yeah. But in a good way. These are intense.” Zade was watching me, as if taking in all I was saying. I got too shy looking into his eyes that I had to look away, pretending to look at more paintings

Snuggling under the duvet, Alice let her thoughts drift until she fell asleep. The faint creak of the door opening and soft footsteps stirred the silence. Zade entered, dressed in a loose black shirt and sweatpants. A stick of unlit weed rested between his lips. He stared at her small figure on the bed, wearing one of his shirts. The duvet was pushed aside, exposing her bare legs. Even in the faint light, he noted every detail of her form. Her hands were clenched, pressed against her chest, and her hair was scattered over her face. Zade moved to the window, his face dark with thought. He never made mistakes, and he hoped this wasn’t his first.

They heard Adele's voice after knocking. “Come in,” Harden said, and after Adele stepped in he drove out to give them space. “Miss Amaya, look what we did in school, do you like it?” She showed Adele the drawing, Adele couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s pretty,” she said smiling. “Look at mine” Zayn showed Adele his own and Adele smiled. “Do you draw often Zayn?” She asked for Zayn to shake his head.

At the mention of Alpha Hades my heart started to race and I felt this strange tugging. I fall asleep thinking of ways to leave here. For the first time I don't dream of the day Alex left. Instead I dream I'm walking through a dense forest and I come upon a man standing Infront of a beautiful Waterfall. it's the biggest waterfall I've ever seen It comes down out of the mountain in waves creating a vast lake below it. It's surrounded by trees. Looking to the right I see a gazebo in the distance covered in red and white flowers it's breathtaking.

I whispered with a smile and Crocell seemed to catch on as he mouthed it back before I was laid down on the flat surface of the wooden platform with warm pillows and a thick, thick white covers. “Are you ready?” Hades asked and I nodded before Azazel motioned me to close my eyes as he will paint me with the intricate designs that the Source will send through him. I felt the gliding of the cool paintbrush over my skin, leaving wet trails as I was stripped naked, only the thin cloth that Hades draped over my body. Nudity never once bothered me but somehow… it made me uncomfortable.

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.