Adeline From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

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.

∆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

My feet cripples and I collapse on the van floor. A hand pick me up and throw me at the corner. They slammed the boy to my side. He wheezed. I gasp. His head hits my rib side, sending black spots to my eyes. I’m still coughing and gasping for air when a shoe heel pressed itself in my head. Forcing me to bend. “So it wasn’t that challenging to find you.” Adeline said, exerting force to her heel, bending me lower. I catch a crack of glimpse behind her shoe. Her blood red lips curl into a smile. A calculative evil smile. And I can’t suppress the shudder running through my spine. The groundkeeper has settled himself in the passenger seat at the front.

Luna Mitchell too smiled standing up. Adrian was visibly shocked. He quickly deepened his hands in his pocket to check if the last poison is there. “Looking for this too？”She asked, raising up an injection and syringe up. “I took this too.” He groaned in anger.. This made him immediately turned into a golden wolf and he charged angrily towards Aunt Doris. She sensed his anger and without waisting time threw the poison and antidote at Caleb who was behind him. He was fast enough to catch it, but Emma wasn't fast enough to get to her Aunt side. Adrian got to her and deepened his sharp claws on her neck sucking her blood.

I was just about to take the spoon to my lips when Adeline and her clique tore the door open in a dramatic flair, causing everyone to turn from what they were doing toward them. Conversations stopped. Heads turned. The caterers stiffened. Some gulped, all while avoiding their eyes. For a brief second, I felt Adeline’s piercing gaze on me, but I ignored it and returned to my meal. The caterers quickly concluded their duties and disappeared, as if they were never there. She didn’t ask to join me. She simply pulled out the chair and sat. Adeline settled at my table, her two friends standing beside her. She wore a cupcake-red dress, looking like a real-life princess, her lips bold red. It was as

Damien sighed and left the house. **** He got back to the penthouse and decided to check on Adeline. He pushed the bedroom door open and allowed himself into the room. He found Adeline standing by the window. She was looking out with a flat expression on her face looking at nothing. She wore a long white spaghetti-strapped nightgown with a low back that revealed her skin.

And this wasn't the time or place for jealousy. My father had just been buried. I forced myself to look away. To focus on the room around me. Pack members everywhere. Talking in low voices. Offering condolences to each other. Some were crying. Others looked angry. And in the corner, watching everyone with that perfect smile, was Adeline. She wore her widow's dress well. Black and elegant. Her makeup was flawless. She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue every few minutes, but I never saw actual tears. She was performing. Playing the grieving wife for an audience.

I only knew it, the same as I'd known with the dying wolf in the woods. "Let me try," I heard myself say. The old Healer coughed from the floor, clutching his ribs. "Try? Girl, I have forty years in the craft and I couldn't hold him. You'll be dead before you reach the middle of the room." But Adeline was in the doorway now, both hands pressed white against her mouth, and her eyes were only on her son. Whatever else that woman was, the terror on her face was real. "Let her try," she whispered. "Please. Let her."

she said again, flashing her fine dentition. She turned to Harper and hugged her, pecking her cheek too. “And you must be Harper, Eros’ fiance!” Harper turned to look at Eros in surprise. They hadn't even announced yet that they were a couple. “Oh don't mind me… Where are my manners?” She laughed heartily again. “My name is Adeline and I am Eros’ bestfriend.” she said humbly. Harper had her hands cover her mouth. Adeline? The Adeline of Altara?! She had a low public profile so it was a thing of lucl to actually see her.