Hunting Adeline Zade Quotes

Zade may be Hades, but the dark God has never been known to bow for anyone but his woman.

Did she cry out for God?” he pushes. “Yes,” Xavier spits, and fuck, I’m falling apart. I thrust against Zade’s hand, rolling my hips mindlessly, the bliss eroding my entire being. “Good,” he says, a grin in his voice. “That means she was crying out for me.

I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it,” I say, my voice raspy and uneven. “But it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting me.

We know you’re a bad bitch, Zade.

They see me as a diamond because I have Zade’s love, but they fail to remember that’s what forged me into a stone so unbreakable.

Piece by piece, we both crumble, the chips falling around us in a waterfall of anguish. And I just know that when Zade picks up our scattered pieces and stitches us back together, we’ll be forever entwined.

Zade is quiet for a beat. “Happiness is fleeting. All that matters is that they’re living their life the way they want to.” “You believe that?” I ask, facing him. “That happiness is fleeting?” He shrugs, tossing the last bite of his cone into his mouth, and chews as he contemplates something. “Absolutely,” he says finally. “It’s not something solid you can hold on to. It’s vapor in the wind, and all you can do is inhale it when it’s near and hope it comes around again when it blows away.

Scars only serve as reminders of what we've survived, not what killed us

A beast and a god twisted together, forming something wholly unnatural. And I realize, I never needed to be afraid of his touch. It was men that defiled me, and Zade was never a man.

She walked into this place firmly believing she could conquer the world if only she gave Zade the one thing he’s been working so hard for. Doesn’t she know? Zade is a God. And the only one who will conquer this world is him.

I don’t ever want to be free of you, Zade. Not in this lifetime, and not in all the ones that come after.

don’t ever want to be free of you, Zade. Not in this lifetime, and not in all the ones that come after.

I may have cracked, but they did not shatter me. My rose still has fucking thorns, Zade.

Hey, Zade?" "Yeah, baby?" "Thank you for bringing me the happy vapors.

The thought of Zade cheating is laughable, though. That will always be one thing I’d never have to concern myself with.

Did she cry out for God?” he pushes. “Yes,” Xavier spits, a “Good,” Zade says, a grin in his voice. “That means she was crying out for me.

He did hurt me, Zade, but he protected me, too.

Having Zade's love feels like a dream, but having his trust and confidence feels like a dream come true.

It’s also a reminder that Zade may not want me anymore—something I’ve come to terms with already. I never thought I’d want to lose his obsession… but how could I not? I’m filthy now.

Panting, I turn to find Zade leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. A mixture of heat and pride swirl in his yin-yang eyes, and I can’t help but feel on top of the fucking world. “Good job, little mouse,” he praises, his voice deep and smooth as butter. “Didn’t want to join in?” He smirks. “My girl had it handled.

Zade got a mint chocolate chip cone for himself, and he smiled wider than the damn Cheshire Cat when I just stared at him. “My entire world revolves around you. If you want mint chocolate chip, then that’s what I want, too,” he had said. “Do you even like it?” “I like you, does that count?” “No.

Zade was right. Happiness is fleeting, however, over the past weeks, he’s done everything in his power to help me hold on to any semblance of peace.

He snarls, hearing the vacancy in my voice, and buries himself inside me. Though if he thinks he’s deep, I’d hate for him to see the size of Zade.

Yes, pedo master, I would forget all about Zade and only think of you and your small, puny cock. Fuck out of here, dickhead.

Especially with Francesca, and every man who stole a piece of my soul that night. A piece I don’t even think Zade will ever be able to get back for me.

So, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Zade’s voice whispers in my mind, and my heart clenches painfully. Pick your battles. Be smart. Easier said than fucking done.

Don’t lose your humanity yet, Zade. Addie is strong, and she will survive this.” I stare at her, and I wonder if she can see something inside me that I can’t. “It’s already gone.

I’m not crazy, Zade. Just because you can’t see what I see, doesn’t mean I’m the weird one.

I may have cracked, but they did not shatter me. My rose still has fucking thorns, Zade. Do you understand me?

It was men that defiled me, and Zade was never a man.

The last thing Zade and I are in is a Hallmark movie.

She’s not going to hurt you, baby,” Zade reassures quietly.

And I realize, I never needed to be afraid of his touch. It was men that defiled me, and Zade was never a man.

Watching Zade drive is foreplay.

Hey, Zade?” “Yeah, baby?” “Thank you.

Zade?” “Fuck, baby, stay right there. Don’t you fucking move.

I’m wearing five-inch black heels, yet still, I feel like a little girl standing next to Zade. He has to be pushing six-foot-six.

We know you’re a bad bitch, Zade. That’s not the point.

Instantly, I relax. Zade may be Hades, but the dark God has never been known to bow for anyone but his woman. It gives me a small dose of power, enough to reignite my confidence.

I cried, confessed my diagnosis to Zade, and then cried even harder when he was nothing but supportive.

Doesn’t she know? Zade is a God. And the only one who will conquer this world is him.

They’ll have to lock me in a submarine in the middle of the goddamn ocean to keep me away from Zade.

We’re all in agreement. Don’t worry about me, Zade. You can trust me.” “You know what? I believe you, demon slayer.

Something about tanned skin covered in black tattoos… Jesus Christ, thank you, She-Devil for inventing a man like Zade.

I’m in control, Zade. Not you. Me.

But I won’t fucking accept it. I’m going home—to Parsons Manor. And to Zade.

When I make you cry out for God does that count as praying? (Zade Meadows)

I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it … but it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting me.

I glance over my shoulder and spot Zade a few feet behind; his eyes laser-focused on me as if he’s convinced I’ll disappear if he looks away for even a second. I’m safe now. Yet it still feels like I’m in Hell.

When I face Zade again, it feels as if I’m viewing him from a different set of lenses. I wonder if he sees me differently, too, and if he’ll be able to let go of who I used to be and love the person I’ve become.

I remember him saying before that he offers a home to those who didn’t have one, but seeing it just cements how incredible Zade truly is. Aside from his psychotic tendencies, he’s doing something that no one has done before.

Do I look fucking scared?” He tips his head back and sighs dramatically. “We know you’re a bad bitch, Zade. That’s not the point.” I reach out and punch his thigh in response to being called a bad bitch, earning me a groaned ow.

Zade woke me up to my bedroom covered in roses and a gorgeous black knife with purple weaved throughout the handle. I’m getting better at handling them, but it’s a work in progress and his present was a testament to his faith in me.

They see me as a diamond because I have Zade’s love, but they fail to remember that’s what forged me into a stone so unbreakable. He’s taught me a lot about myself and who I really am. But most importantly, he’s taught me how to persevere.

And then Zade. The fucking wrecking ball of a man who has brought out such a burning fire within me that I crumble like ash beneath him. Yet, he made me feel so strong. So brave. He made me feel so damn loved and treasured. Just like a diamond.

I go to turn, but she stops me, her hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. “Don’t lose your humanity yet, Zade. Addie is strong, and she will survive this.” I stare at her, and I wonder if she can see something inside me that I can’t. “It’s already gone.

Zade…” “What’s wrong, Adeline?” he taunts darkly, eyes still cast downward. “Turn the key,” he whispers. Fuck, that’s terrifying. “I don’t know if I want to,” I admit. “Would you rather I break free myself? You either choose this, or I make the decision for you.

Rio is the reason I'm in this situation to begin with. Or at least one of the reasons. He played a massive role in it, and that's something I'll never forget. But I also won’t forget the little bits of kindness he showed me when he'll soon be facing the barrel of Zade's gun.

Greetings, fellow Americans,” Zade starts, my brows jumping when I hear how abnormally deep his voice is. He altered it. “In light of the disappearance of oil tycoon, Xavier Delano, this is a message for the police force, all government officials, and as always, the people of this country.

It’s accepting that we will die here one day. Never to see our family or loved ones again. Never to experience freedom, laughter, and independence for the rest of our miserable lives. To never truly love and be loved. But I won’t fucking accept it. I’m going home—to Parsons Manor. And to Zade.

These men may be skilled in hunting, but what they don't know is that I've been hunted by a far scarier man. I was a mouse caught in a trap before, scared, and helpless as I was taken between the teeth of an apex predator. But I'm not their little mouse, and they are not Zade. And I will never succumb to them.

My pussy throbs in response, and embarrassingly enough, I almost want to cry. I was convinced I’d always be broken, never being able to touch or be touched. But giving Zade pleasure doesn’t make me feel weak and helpless like I thought it would. To see him lose himself in my mouth makes me feel like a queen sitting upon her throne.

Now feel between your legs,” Zade whispers, sensing how my breath has escalated for an entirely different reason. Slowly, my hand reaches down, swiping between my legs. Moisture gathers on my fingers, and I’m surprised enough by the revelation that I completely forget about everything else. For just a moment, I bask in the fact that I’m aroused.

Warm breath skates across the side of my face as he whispers roughly, “Do you know how hard my cock gets when I think about all the ways I’m going to slowly torture the men that hurt you?” I open my mouth, but no sound escapes. They evaporate on my tongue when Zade rolls his hips into my back, the evidence of his words digging into my lower spine.

I hate to cut into this beautiful moment, but Sibby is taking her clothes off.” Daya’s voice snaps me out of whatever trance Zade has pulled me into, and almost violently, my head whips towards Sibby. Sure as shit, she’s in the process of slipping off her neon green tights. “Sibby!” I shout exasperatedly. “Stop taking your clothes off, we are not having a fucking orgy!

And then Zade. The fucking wrecking ball of a man who has brought out such a burning fire within me that I crumble like ash beneath him. Yet, he made me feel so strong. So brave. He made me feel so damn loved and treasured. Just like a diamond. Although, Zade would never call me something as trivial and common as a diamond. He’d call me the rarest jewel on earth. I should’ve told him that I…

This time, I help Zade. He takes Rocco and I wrangle Francesca out of the trunk. I accidentally drop her, which earns a chuckle from Zade as he heaves Rocco up the porch steps and through the front door. Luckily, Francesca is rail thin. She was obsessed with her image and ate like a rabbit. Bending down, I lift her up by the arms and throw her over my shoulder, and then quickly make my way into the manor.

My eyes widen further, the fear quickly replaced with disbelief. One blue eye so light, it’s nearly white, with a wicked scar slashing straight down through it. And one brown eye so dark, it appears obsidian. I can still see his features clearly, even with the black hood drawn over his head. And right now, utter relief is staring right back at me. “Zade?” “Fuck, baby, stay right there. Don’t you fucking move.

Z gonna kill me for it?” he challenges airily, feigning indifference. Although, that’s not how he sounded when I awoke in that van and overheard Rick and him discussing if the Society will offer them protection from Zade’s wrath. I shrug. “He’s going to kill you anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter.” He’s quiet, and just when I’m convinced that he’s not going to say anything at all, I hear him whisper under his breath, “I know.

Zade and I—we don’t make sense to the outside world. Barely even in my own head. Yet I’m finding it hard to care anymore. I won’t ever justify what Zade has done to me, but I do forgive him. Not only that, but I accept him. He told me before that he wanted me to fall in love with the darkest parts of him, and I have. Every fucked-up piece of him. Sensing the resolve, he jerks my head again. “Spit on my cock, baby. Get it nice and wet for me.

Little mouse,” he whispers, and that confuses my brain. Enough for Xavier’s face to fade, only for Zade’s to appear. Heart racing and vision blurred with tears, my hand flies open, the knife clattering loudly against the tile. Fuck me, I almost just stabbed Zade in the face. Eyes widened with shock; the only thing I’m capable of is to stare, unsure if Zade is an apparition, too. He studies me closely, face carefully blank as he lowers my hand.

It’s still not enough. It never will be. Not until I have Addie again. “Zade,” Daya calls. “Please.” I look over to her, my mallet suspended over the massive nail lodged into Luke’s leg. She looks a little nauseous, but I can’t find it in myself to care right now. I’ve been pounding the nail into his forearm for the past few minutes, and I’ve gotten it down far enough that it’s all the way through and embedding into the wooden table, but it’s a huge nail, and there’s still some length to go.

Ladies, this is Sibby,” Zade introduces tiredly, waving a hand at her before coming over to my side. I tense as he nears, splitting my attention between watching the space between Zade and me close while keeping an eye on the crazy girl. The four men she murdered doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of the number of people she’s killed. For five years, she stayed in that haunted fair and went on a spree. Whoever she deemed as evil was killed in very gruesome ways. I’ve had enough experience with murderous girls, and I really, really don’t want any more.

Don’t stop feeling this rose,” he orders softly. I nod, my stomach clenching when he reaches between my legs. The softest brush of his fingers nearly makes my eyes cross. I plunge in and out of the rose as his middle finger presses into my clit and starts circling the swollen bud. My back arches and I can’t stop the high-pitched moan that escapes as raw bliss rolls through me. I force myself to feel Zade—to feel that a man is touching me. Making me feel good. And that I’m enjoying every second of it. And then I push those other men from my mind and think only of the one wrapped around

Zade,” I mewl as the orgasm crests. I hear him hiss through his teeth as he circles my clit faster. He still has his other hand wrapped around mine, the stem clenched in my grip. He flexes his fist, forcing the sharp thorns deeper into my flesh. The pain swirls with the heady pleasure and a hoarse shout rings out. Rivulets of blood continue to trail down my arm, dripping off my elbow and onto my stomach. I look down, watching the streams of red aim towards where Zade touches me. My mouth parts, the euphoria spiking as I watch him. His hand is fucking massive, with long fingers, thick veins laced throughout, seeming to pulse as he rubs my clit.

Maybe you should come stay with me again. Get away from that… heathen—” I snort, which then turns into a full-out laugh. Something about my mother calling Zade a heathen is just… well, funny. True, but funny. My mother is gaping at me as if I’ve told her I’m shaving my head bald and going to live the rest of my life in a van and smoking hookah. Doesn’t sound so bad, actually. Except maybe the going bald part. I bite my lip to hold in the laughter, grinning while she only grows more ruffled. “I don’t see how shacking up with a criminal is funny,” she mutters, turning away with an affronted look on her face. “What if I’m the criminal?” I question. She sighs. “Adeline, if he has coerced you to do something…

He looks so goddamn savage, and I think my ovaries are exploding. He’s going to get me pregnant just from this image alone. “You sure you want to go there?” he asks, his voice dripping with sin. “It’s what I want,” I say softly, albeit shakily. He lifts up and the material slides down his arms. Then, I gather his button-up shirt until his abs are exposed, along with the dark tattoos inked into his flesh. Flattening my hands on his hard stomach, blood smearing across his skin, I push it farther up, but he stops me. “Don’t push yourself too hard. This wasn’t about me.” When he goes to lean forward, I plant my hand on his chest and push him back firmly. His mismatched eyes round at the edges in surprise. “Let me try, Zade. I’m not going to fuck you yet. I just want to touch

Do you feel how soft and wet these petals are?” he whispers. Licking my lips, I nod my head slowly. “This is what I feel every time I’m inside you.” Fuck, you feel like hea— “Hold on to that feeling of power, baby. Don’t let go of it.” I’ve tensed up again; my muscles strung tight. Shuddering, I shove out the intrusive voice and replace it with the image of pointing a gun to their head. Steady, and calmly as I pull the trigger. I relax as he pushes my middle and ring fingers into the center of the rose, just like he would if it were my pussy. The pain needling throughout my hand fades as a deep-seated pleasure takes hold. For the first time in so long, I feel sensuality and eroticism as I continue to push my fingers in and out of the rose, Zade’s own fingers held over mine.

He looks so goddamn savage, and I think my ovaries are exploding. He’s going to get me pregnant just from this image alone. “You sure you want to go there?” he asks, his voice dripping with sin. “It’s what I want,” I say softly, albeit shakily. He lifts up and the material slides down his arms. Then, I gather his button-up shirt until his abs are exposed, along with the dark tattoos inked into his flesh. Flattening my hands on his hard stomach, blood smearing across his skin, I push it farther up, but he stops me. “Don’t push yourself too hard. This wasn’t about me.” When he goes to lean forward, I plant my hand on his chest and push him back firmly. His mismatched eyes round at the edges in surprise. “Let me try, Zade. I’m not going to fuck you yet. I just want to touch you.

Sibby is crazy,” he says. She stomps her foot, shooting a glare at him. “I’m not crazy, Zade. Just because you can’t see what I see, doesn’t mean I’m the weird one.” I cock my head, completely baffled at how she’s even here. Last I heard, she was locked up in a psych ward awaiting trial. “She escaped,” Zade supplies, noting the confusion on my face. “Oh,” I say, because I have no idea what the hell else to say. “That’s… good?” Daya chips in, sounding wholly unsure if that is actually good. Zade sighs for the millionth time. “Sibby is on the Most Wanted list. She took matters into her own hands—” Zade pauses to send a scathing look her way— “and broke out of the psych ward. Considering she took the fall for something we both did, I felt that it was only fair I gave her a place to stay. Temporarily.

Glaring at me is a macabre rose marring the skin directly over his heart, cutting into the old scar. A fucking rose. He carved a symbol of his love for me into his chest. “Why?” His gaze sears into me with so many different emotions swirling in the mismatched pools. Regret. Shame. Guilt. Fury. All prevalent as he stares up at me like I’m a fading mirage, and he doesn’t know how to let me go. “I told you I don’t hide from my failures,” he says softly. “What happened to you was my failure. And this serves as a reminder every day.” I shake my head, at a loss for words. Several times, I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. “Zade,” I finally choke out. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Maybe not directly, but that doesn’t exempt me from blame. Max sold you out because of the bad blood between us and I should’ve killed him when he first started giving you trouble. That was my first mistake, and because of that, you were kidnapped.

Is this making your pussy wet?” he grinds out past his teeth, punctuating it with a harsh thrust. “Moaning like a whore while watching me fuck your tits. Does it make you wish it was your pussy instead?” “Yes,” I confess, riveted by the fierce look on his face. My heart ramps up, but I trust Zade. I trust that he knows how far to push me. “Rub your clit, I want you to come when I do,” he orders, knocking away my hands from my breasts and replacing them with his own, squeezing them tightly around his length. Reaching down, I swirl my finger across my clit, shuddering and grinding my hips against my hand harder. My head begins to tip back, eyes rolling as I circle faster. Zade’s hand sharply slaps the side of my breast, and I snap my head back down in response with a yelp. “Eyes on me, little mouse.” He thrusts his hips in quick, short thrusts, and I can only stare, intoxicated by the sight of a god coming undone. “Fuck, Addie. These tits are going to be covered in my cum. You ready for me, baby?

I don't need you, Zade. I don’t need you to do anything for me." He clutches the back of my neck and pulls me in. "See, that's what we're not going to do, Adeline," he barks, baring his teeth. "We're not going to act like you're so tough that you don't need me anymore. Because you want to know something, baby? There are very few men in this world capable of killing me. And I fucking need you. Do you understand me?" I grit my teeth, refusing to answer. "Do you think needing me somehow makes you weak?" "Doesn't it?" I snap. "No, baby, it makes you strong.” He bends down, putting his face directly into mine. "I may own every breath in your body, but make no mistake, Adeline, you own mine, too. I am yours to command. To bend and break. To mold and manipulate. Do you think that makes me weak? Or do you think I'm strong enough to admit that even though my body can physically live on without you, I would never get my fucking soul back?” His hand slides into my hair and fists the strands tightly. "Without you, I will shatter. But with you, I am indestructible.

Zade grins. “My name is Zade. I haven’t gotten the chance to introduce myself yet, but I—” He abruptly cuts off when the girl rips off her gloves and then proceeds to nearly tackle him into a hug. While surprised, he recovers quickly and wraps his long arms around her, gently patting her back. “You’re the one responsible for getting me out,” she says into his chest, her words muffled. “Thank you. So much.” He chuckles. “I think you should be thanking the woman standing behind you. She’s the one who told me to help you.” Without hesitation, the girl turns to me and embraces me in a hug next, squeezing tighter than I expected. Try as I might to hold in the tears, I can’t. They break loose, and a whimper escapes as I hold her tightly. “Was it Rio?” she asks softly, her voice watery from her own tears. “Yes,” I rasp. She pulls back enough to get a good look at my face, her dark brown eye tracing over my features. “How did you know him?” I glance at Zade, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the conversation, even though he wants to murder her brother. “He—he was in the house I was in when I was kidnapped.” I clear my throat. “He took care of me and helped me get out.” Her lip trembles. “He’s not a very good person,” she says, and I’m so surprised, I laugh. “But he’s not a good person because he’s such a great brother. He’s sacrificed a lot for me.

I was a mouse caught in a trap before, scared, and helpless as I was taken between the teeth of an apex predator. But I'm not their little mouse, and they are not Zade. And I will never succumb to them.

Shit, I think I already have because now all I can imagine is Zade in nothing but an apron. That… shouldn't be enticing, yet it is.

Zade, I think I'd rather talk about my mother trying to convince me that chastity belts were the latest fashion when I was fourteen than talk about trying to stab you." Another pause. "Okay, so there's a lot to unpack here, and I'm not sure where to start.

Zade asks, adding extra shredded cheddar on the mac ‘n’ cheese before sticking the casserole dish back in the oven to crisp. Seeing him doing something so domestic is… odd. I never thought I’d see oven mitts on a stalker and professional killer, but here we are… All he needs is an apron, and I’d be convinced I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole and hit my head on a tree root.

You will never be able to live without me, Zade,” I breathe. “If you’re my death, then I’m your fucking lifeline.

Zade?

You don't need him to survive, Addie. No, I don't. I've proven that to be true during the months where I was forced to do nothing but survive. I can live without Zade. But that doesn't mean it won't fucking hurt. That doesn't mean I won't Live without a large piece of myself missing. Like losing a limb, I'd always feel him even when he's no longer a part of me. Does that make me weak? Dependent? or just someone madly in love. Shit.