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.”

My bags are packed, Mirabelle packed for me and right now she's asleep, she wanted to sleep early tonight to rest well for the trip. I close my math book and take a look at my art book, I hate art and this assignment is shitty, I can't fucking draw a tattoo design that I haven't seen before. I let out a sigh and begin doodling on my notepad, I want to draw something that showcases both evil and good like- The door to my bedroom crashes to the ground, revealing Adrian on the other side of it. I take off my headphones and look down at the door. I actually liked this door and I thought it was strong but I guess not.

“Carlos isn’t like that. I don’t know what exactly happened but it’s all in your head. We stopped in front of a door, he opened it and I saw that it was a room, his room. I gave him a funny look. Zade laughed and raised both hands. “I wouldn’t even think of it. Carlos would end my life. I want to show you something. More like a bribe.” Zade's room looked like a normal room with lots of colors and designs, with two artworks that I could see. One was of a semi-naked woman. A very beautiful woman. Zade caught me staring at it and laughed. Stereotype guy.

“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.

Zayn replied with a shy grin. Adele chuckled, ruffling his hair. “I got you painting materials, including the boards.” Zayn gasped in delight. “Thanks, Mom!” He hugged her again, making Adele giggle. Adele then looked over at Zia, who sat quietly, facing away from her. “Zia,” she called softly, but her daughter didn’t respond. Adele sighed and walked over to her. “Do you still think I’m bad for you?” she asked gently, kneeling beside her.

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

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