Zade Haunting Adeline Quotes

Zade,” he whispers against my lips. “That’s the only name that will ever leave your lips from now on, especially when you’re making that little pussy feel good. And when I’m making that pussy feel good, then you can call me God.

Run little mouse

Oh, God—” she sucks in a sharp breath. “That’s right, I am your God.” “Zade!

What are you feeling right now?" he asks softly. My breathing escalates. "Confined." "Trapped?" he volleys back. My mouth tightens because while a part of me wants to say yes, the truth is that I don't. I feel... safe. Protected. Treasured. "One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison," he murmurs roughly. "You are in my church where I am your God, and you are my equal. I'm not a jail, little mouse, I am your sanctuary.

After a few seconds, she continues. “I admire you more than I can say for being one of far too few people willing actually to do something to save them. The world needs more people like you, Zade.” “Maybe,” I murmur, giving in and placing a soft kiss on the corner of her lips. “But all I need is you.

It has a way of making you feel small and insignificant when you're standing before a sight as beautiful as that

run. If I catch you I fuck you"-Zade Meadows

Goddammit, Zade," I mutter aloud. "I'll never forgive you if you die.

How long have you been out there, you creep?” I snap. Zade opens the doors the rest of the way, smoke billowing from his mouth. “Awhile,” he answers flatly.

Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates. “The hell are you doing, Zade?” The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast. “Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat.

That’s what running from Zade is. Fucking. Hopeless.

Just as I’m walking out, Mark calls out, “I’ll be seeing you, Adeline.” The second the door closes, Zade growls beneath his breath, “You’ll be dead before that will ever happen.” I never thought I’d condone murder, but with Mark… maybe I can overlook it just this once.

Fucking nirvana,” he murmurs before suctioning my clit into his mouth. I cry out, pleasure consuming me whole. And he’s right. The way Zade eats pussy is nirvana.

- Consentimiento?... Aló? - Dejen de coger, porfa. - Zade es un personaje plano, marico, el tipo es bueno en todo sin motivo alguno, hace las cosas porque le sale del culo, lo odio. - Ni siquiera lo terminé, las 600 páginas más largas de mi vida. - No puedes justificar todo solo porque es un Dark Romance

I’d take Zade pointing a gun in my face over my best friend’s anger any day.

Calm down, Zade. No baby talk, I don’t even like you like that.

Fuck! That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight, milk my fucking cock,” Zade grinds out. He ends his sentence on a roar, his hips shuddering as he slams into me one last time, filling me with his seed until I can no longer fit anymore inside of me.

Can I play now, Zade?” Sibby asks impatiently from beside me. She’s vibrating with the need to kill, and in this moment, I can relate to the little demon slayer. We have the same mission, and that is to murder some fucked up individuals. “Go ahead and have fun with those two. I have a couple more things to get out of dear old Mark first,” I concede, nodding towards Jack and

The world needs more people like you, Zade.

I can’t stand when Daya’s mad at me. I’d take Zade pointing a gun in my face over my best friend’s anger any day.

My body is just a vessel that my soul inhabits, attached to a shell that it'll one day leave. And when that day comes, I won’t care to let that shell go. I carry my body around because I have to, not because it's a choice. But when I possess something meaningful, I’m choosing to hold on to it. Carrying something meaningful in my skin is effortless but holding onto something that I could lose—that takes devotion.” She drops her eyes back down, seeming to contemplate my words. I curl my finger under her chin, wanting—no needing, her eyes back. They suck the oxygen from my lungs, and I’ve always loved to toe the line between life and death. Those pretty brown eyes fasten on mine, big and round, and all I want to do is consume her. “I will always possess you, little mouse. So, know that you have all of my devotion to keeping you.” “Why does it always sound like a threat?” she wonders aloud, though a small smile tips the corner of her lips. I grin. “Because it is.” I roll to my back, bringing her with me so she’s sprawled out on my chest. “Zade,

Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you or the ones I make you see. - Zade

Zade may resemble a God, but he’s never been the forgiving type.

Zade leans forward, grabbing the seatbelt on the passenger side and looping it around my body before clicking it in the driver’s side buckle.

Goddammit, Zade,” I mutter aloud. “I'll never forgive you if you die.

Zade leans forward, grabbing the seatbelt on the passenger side and looping it around my body before clicking it in the driver’s side buckle. “What are you…” He shushes me, repeating the process with the driver’s side seatbelt. When he’s finished, I’m completely strapped in place, unable to move.

I let him consume me because I’m beginning to forget what it feels like to be whole without Zade. He’s in every part of me.

I had just been upfront and told Daya that I couldn’t share details about Zade and Mark, I think she would’ve

Zade is Hades, stepping out from the underworld and wreaking havoc on my quiet little life.

Zade puede parecerse a un Dios, pero nunca ha sido de los que perdonan

God, the way he’s looking at me should be fucking illegal. Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates. “The hell are you doing, Zade?” The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast. “Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat. Swallowing, I slide my hand from his. “What if I don’t want one? I would say no.” Slowly, he drags his eyes up to mine, and the intensity of his stare has me questioning why I just can’t be agreeable for once. It would save time and spare me from his smooth lines that never cease to fail. At least not completely. Maybe I’m just addicted to the fear and excitement he awakens in me when he looks at me… just like that. Like the beast readying to consume its prey, painfully slow. And I hope he does go slow. Drags out the torture of being caught between Zade's teeth. His hand drifts slowly up past my chest, gently grazing his fingers across the column of my neck. And then, in an instant, his hand is snapping around my throat, gripping tight. I gasp, my eyes widening as his lip curls into a sinister smile. “I can put a collar around this pretty neck of yours instead. Then you wouldn’t have the option to say no. You would just be my good little girl that does whatever your master says. Would you like that better, baby?” “No,” I snarl, but it tastes like a lie. “You don’t own me. You never will.” His eyes narrow, and my heart drops.

On several occasions throughout the hour, Zade wraps his arm around my waist and squeezes, his grip firm and reassuring. Those small touches are anchors, leveling my head and reminding me that I’m not alone.

I nearly snort from the irony. Zade is both Mark’s judge and executioner, and he’s too stupid to see it.

Zade is Hades, stepping out from the underworld and wreaking havoc on my quiet little life. The wicked scar cutting through his nearly-white eye, with his other nearly-black eye is a combination that could only be forged in Hell.

And despite all the ways Zade has forced me to my knees for him, the only thing he’s ever really wanted from me is to return his addiction. Because that’s the one thing he can’t take or force.

Zade is both Mark’s judge and executioner, and he’s too stupid to see it.

And in this moment, with Zade’s hand firmly wrapped around the column of my throat, squeezing until my vision blackens, it feels less like a nightmare and more like Hell.

Now that Mark has set his eyes on me, Zade is paranoid that I will go missing in the dead of night.

Love is priceless. As Mark’s nefarious dealings have proven, pussy can be bought and is plentiful, whether they’re forcing it or getting consent. And despite all the ways Zade has forced me to my knees for him, the only thing he’s ever really wanted from me is to return his addiction. Because that’s the one thing he can’t take or force. He can force my body to succumb to him, but he can’t force my heart to beat for him.

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.