Zade Haunting Adeline Fanart Novels & Stories

~Ivory~ King Zeeb flopped down on the handcrafted couch in the room, his tall frame sinking into the cushion as he crossed his long legs. He gave me a piercing gaze that sent sparks of connection through my body. I swallowed hard, trying to resist his charming pull. He ran his hand through his long hair as he spoke in the softest tone, momentarily husky, “You’re Maya; she’s Adeline,” he paused, his gaze never leaving mine as he added.

Zade declared. I pursed my lips and furrowed my brows. “Get out, creep!” He laughed, closing the door, locking it behind him. I took a deep breath, sitting down on the window seal looking out over the city. Zade was such a creep but not an ugly one at least, I guess it would be weirder if he were like an old fart, but he wasn’t. I only called him goofy, looking to hurt his feelings. He was actually quite handsome and not much older than me, maybe around twenty-four. He had eyes, the color of honey that could melt so many hearts, and a smile that could make you weak in the knees. His tousled light brown hair looked fluffy. And I will admit I’ve thought about reaching out and touching it just

I muttered to Killian under my breath. He leaned closer, so only I could hear. "You're cute when you get all flustered like this." Lisa was practically vibrating with excitement. "Cindy will be so pissed that she missed this." "Killian, I hope you are good to my friend?" Zara said, making me just place my face on the dashboard, too shy to actively witness this conversation. "You see, Adeline has such a pure heart. And she's not very careful with who she hands it to." She continued. "Also how long has it been? Three weeks? A month? Still too early to completely trust you."

She wondered if there was really something he was hiding, or if it was just her imagination playing tricks on her because she was so happy that she was scared of losing it. One day, while she was going through some old files in the library looking for a book to read, she found a small box hidden behind a large cabinet. Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened it to see what was inside. There were no weapons or dangerous things there, but what she found made her stop breathing for a moment. It was an old photograph of Adrian when he was much younger, smiling happily with his arm around a very beautiful woman whose face was slightly faded but still recognizable. There was also a letter

She yelled again. Madden stopped moving, his eyes closed completely as his body went limp. Seems like he submitted to death already. He submitted to himself. "Good." Adeline breathed coldly and looked around. She was about to rush out when she suddenly saw a picture under the tall table. Skeptically, she walked to it and picked it up. Her eyes almost fell on the ground when she saw the people in it It's a picture of Madden and Corey. It's an unaware picture though, but it's the two of them.

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

saying this he walked out. If only you give me a second chance I will make you the happiest girl in the world. ____________________ Barging into Ahad's room angrily Zeenas was about to carry her daughter when she was pulled back. "What are you doing?” he whispered not wanting Zara to wake up. "Whatever..... "her voice got stuck in her throat as she scanned his body. Ahad stood there shirtless revealing all his scars to his wife unknowingly, when her gaze stayed still he understood what her thoughts were, soon getting his white shirt from the couch he started buttoning it up.

My gaze collided with his, and for a second—just a fleeting second—I forgot to fight. Abaddon. But this wasn’t the Abaddon I knew. He looked… haunted. His face was sharper, his cheeks hollow like he hadn’t slept in days. His skin was pale, lips slightly blue, and his sharp, ice-cold eyes held a depth of exhaustion I had never seen before. His chin was tight, jaw clenched, his whole body wound like a coil ready to snap. He had lost weight. I whispered his name, my voice small, shaking. For a moment, the tiniest flicker of hope dared to rise in my chest—

she shouted furiously as she marched toward him. “Can you not shout? Your voice is annoying. And how would I know who drew on you?” Jason shot back, looking away smugly. “Oh please—do you think it was a ghost?! You shameless jerk, you’re always messing with me!” Adeline yelled before storming into the bathroom to clean her face. Jason snickered as she left. Adeline scrubbed her face with water while staring at the mirror, but the drawings wouldn’t come off. Panicking, she rushed back out.

A crafty glint flashed across her eyes. "What a lunatic!" Zoey took Sebastian's hand and shouted, "Honey, let's go! She's crazy!" Although he still wanted to say something to Adeline, looking at the hatred in her eyes, Sebastian still retreated. Seeing Zoey and Sebastian leave, Adeline suddenly squatted down, feeling as if he had been hollowed out. All the things that had happened in the past were reflected in front of her over and over again like a film belt. "Mo Mo, are you okay?"