Adeline From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

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!

I wanted my cock between her loose lips, her lax tongue moving at my will but I’m no rapist no matter how psychopathic I can be. Lifting her shirt just enough to expose her abdomen, I brought the tip of the sharpie to her skin and went to work. Sliding her dress a bit to expose her inner thighs, I added more. I finished by pulling her underwear down exposing her smooth cunt and adding a few more choice words. To Adeline, music is her way out but she’s a liar in that aspect. She wants to be someone else, but I’m here to remind that the ghost of her past will continue to haunt her, and what she did to me will not go without retribution.

"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.

Though petite in stature, her presence exuded a quiet confidence, and her hands, slightly calloused, suggested she was no stranger to hard work. “I am Adalyn,” said the second, her voice calm and steady. She had warm chestnut hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders, complementing her hazel eyes flecked with gold. Her complexion was fair but sun-kissed, and a few faint freckles dotted her cheeks. Her demeanor was both motherly and composed, with an air of reliability that promised she could handle any task with precision.

And beside it, a digitized newspaper clipping: "Morgan Heiress Dies in Tragic Accident. 4-Year-Old Daughter Miraculously Survives." It was then that I turned to Richard. All the stage lights came on again, capturing us both, him in panic, me, serene and cold as marble. He staggered. His eyes, wide with horror, scanned my face, the face of Adeline Grant, whom he had thought was a harmless organizer. But now, without the platinum hairstyle, without the soft makeup, with my eyes staring at him with a decade's worth of hatred, something snapped in his memory. It wasn't full recognition. It was a nightmare taking shape.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

He raised his eyebrows in a silent question, and then it clicked. Camila! To think it was Adeline…my human mate..who had flashed in my mind at the word girlfriend. Because by right, that was what she was supposed to be to me by now. If she were a werewolf and not human, if she wasn't here for reasons I didn't even want to think about… A wave of guilt clawed at my insides. Adeline was innocent, she had just lost her parents, but my dad wanted it this way..to atone, or whatever the fuck he had told me.

He stormed out without another word. The door slammed behind him. I waited until the echo faded before pulling my phone out again. Still no reply from Adeline. She’d read it, I was sure of it. But she hadn’t said anything back. The little Canary that makes me even more intrigued. She wasn’t just some drunk girl who made a mistake. She knew what she was doing. She looked me in the eye and dared me to cross the line—and when I did, she didn’t flinch. And now she was hiding?

Ashford intercepts us near the Monet, diamonds, attitude, the particular cruelty of women who have never needed to be anything else. "Well. This is unexpected, Albert." Her eyes sweep Adeline, inventorying flaws to discuss later over brunch. "And who is this lovely creature?" "Adeline Carter." I offer nothing further. Mrs. Ashford extends a hand weighted with rings. "How refreshing. And where is your family from, dear?" Trap deployed. Adeline tilts her head. "Queens. My mother's a librarian." The faintest suggestion of a smile. "She always said I was too curious for my own good."

∆Margot's p.o.v∆ Where was she? It had been quite awhile since Adalyn excused herself to go somewhere. Obviously I was most probably over reacting but then again I had a horrible feeling about it. I could feel it in the deepest crevices of my gut. I sighed out of frustration and decided to go check, just in case. I pushed open the doors which apparently they have some sort of tendency to make abnormally heavy and all I could manage to do was stay speechless for a split second before reality gave me a good slap. The tap was open thus emerging the bottom of the sink and slowly forming a pool of water on the floor. Adalyn. She was, well, unconscious. Her body laid on the floor and the water was