Adeline From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

“I thought something happened to you, so I came to check up on you,” Why would she think something happened to me? I wanted to ask but I decided not to, instead trying to remember where I'd seen her before. “Sorry have we met before?” “No, I don't think so. Pardon my manners, I'm Adeline,” She gave an infectious smile that I couldn't help but return. “I'm one of Lucian's cousins,” I was still confused. “Oh, it's a pleasure,” Now I understood why she looked familiar. She had a resemblance to Lucian. “I had thought Dane was his only cousin,”

I would be pleased if they were all uncomfortable! When we stepped into the hall, my gaze fell on a rocking chair that seemed out of place in the grand hall. Although it was also white, it didn’t look like it belonged in the magnificent hall. Most importantly, an elegantly dressed old woman was seated in the rocking chair. I immediately understood that she must be the ruthless Adeline Myer, David Pierce’s mistress and Celine's stepmother. It was clear that the old lady still had a lot of spirit. She wore an off-white silk dress, a modern blouse, and wide-legged trousers. Her chestnut-colored hair was meticulously styled and pinned up at the back of her head in a spiral bun.

She knocked lightly on the door frame, hesitating for a moment before stepping inside. "Sorin," she began softly, her voice breaking the silence that enveloped the room. Sorin glanced up, a faint smile gracing his features at the sight of Adeline. "Adeline," he greeted warmly, setting aside the documents. "Come in." Adeline entered the study, her gaze sweeping over the meticulously organized shelves and the faint scent of leather-bound books that filled the air. She took a seat opposite Sorin, her thoughts racing as she considered the words she wanted to share.

She fucking looked like me! Same face. Same hair. Same build. It was like staring down at a dead reflection. Lifeless, dripping blood, and terrifyingly familiar. I gulped, taking a few steps back, shaking my head in disbelief. “I killed her. Finally!” Adeline cackled, wiping her face with her blood stained hand. “I, Adeline Black, killed Mikaela White!”

Helena stopped in front of my bed and I sat straighter on my bed and raised my eyebrows at her, indicating her to speak. “She is innocent.” That was the first thing that came out of her mouth and I could see, Adeline visibly relaxing by my peripheral view. She was standing near me and looking at our intruders. She didn’t utter a single word. She looked confused by the entire events that took place this night. Helena looked bothered; whatever she had read from my mail was definitely not good. She was the strongest among my grim reapers and she was smartest too. She was the only one who had the guts to call me by my name.

“Ma'am, you're finally awake. Would you like to have breakfast now?” What? Breakfast? I quickly turned around and was quite surprised when I found myself standing in front of a strange middle-aged lady with blonde hair. “Uhm, excuse me, who are you?” I asked curiously. Oh, forgive me ma'am, my name is Adeline, and I'm the newly hired cook to tend to your palate.” “Oh, have you perhaps seen my husband this morning?” “Forgive me, ma'am, but I haven't seen him since yesterday, when he instructed me to serve you the moment you're awake.”

All my life, I had heard terrible stories about witches and their mischievous magic and wicked ways of haunting human beings, and now I was walking right into their den. I followed Adeline to the door taking us into the cottage and my footsteps immediately halted. If I had thought that witches were the ugliest of the kind with long sharp nails and bloody teeth, I was wrong. So very wrong. And the beautiful old lady, wrapped in a white robe with long white hair covering her back was the living proof of it. Adeline whispered to me that she was Asteria and I kept staring at her in awe.

Chloe helped her to bed and then went out to close the door! As soon as Chloe went out, Adeline lay in bed, his mind filled with the scene of Ronald's car accident today. She was fine a moment ago, but why did she become like this in the next moment? Did she do something bad in her last life to make her pay for it in this life? Tears welled up again and again, but the well water never stopped flowing! "Adeline, get up!" Zoey and Helen rushed in angrily, ready to pull Adeline up from the bed!

“It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.” “Ben!” Caroline hissed, looking around as she coughed into her napkin. “I’m just being honest,” he said weakly. She took a long drink before responding. “You think your house is haunted.” “Yes.” “The same house that looks like a stock photo for a haunted house?” He nodded. “And this ghost,” she said slowly, pointedly, “watched you do very deplorable things to yourself.” “I wouldn’t say deplorable,” he offered, wiggling his eyebrows despite himself.

"If anything, it makes things simpler." "Simpler how?" "Now you don't have any reason to stay married to me." Adeline's face crumpled. "You're a monster." She pushed past me and went to get dressed. A few minutes later, she came back downstairs and left with the police officers. After they were gone, I went back upstairs to Rebecca. She was sitting up in bed, looking worried. "I heard voices," she said. "What happened?" "Adeline's mother is dead," I said.