Adeline From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

ADELINE The phone slipped from my grip but I could care less what happened to it. There was no coming back from this. There might have been a glimmer of hope if I was some famous celebrity who could flip over scandals with one press conference, but I wasn’t. I was Adeline, a mere gold digging commoner whose father had too much of a gambling addiction to be anything but a bum. Elena Archer’s exact words, not mine.

She patted her belly, flashes of the blood and pain and pure agony of losing her invading her senses immediately. Her heart thundered in her chest. And she found herself jumping to her feet. “I need to use the washroom.” Reagan was about to get up when she shot him down with a look before hurrying away. “My name is Adeline, by the way.” The other woman chirped as soon as Joanne was gone. “I am a friend of Talia's.”

Her eyes looked distant—empty, as if she was carrying something she didn’t want to share. Without another word, she stood up and walked out of the room. Odette and Thea fell silent, watching her leave. Adeline headed to the kitchen. She sat at the dining table, poured herself a glass of water, and took a long sip. “They don’t know… and they don’t need to know,” she whispered to herself, sadness tightening her chest. ***

“We’re just trying to lessen the chance that that man could get; that’s why I’m asking you to keep yourself safe all the time. Baby, we don’t know what he looks like. We can’t let our guard down, and before we know it, he has already taken you.” Adeline looked down and fidgeted with her fingers. I could tell that she was thinking, judging by the crease on her forehead as her eyebrows almost reached and she closed her eyes. Then she looked at me, full of determination. “I will let Dad and Daniel know about this. Milka is a witch, so I think she’ll be able to help us with that man as well.” I smiled and nodded. “I am not going to lie,” she continued. “I was afraid for my friend's life because

Her voice grew deeper, “Or you’ll never leave this house alive.” Then she vanished and the room became silent again. Clara sat alone in the darkness, her heart was racing, her hands shaking so badly. Clara’s mind was just spinning in fear, then she heard footsteps outside the room, slow and heavy coming close to the room. Then a familiar voice whispered from behind the door. “Clara.” It was Adrian and somehow his voice sounded even scarier than the ghost's. Then there came a scratching sound, slow and sharp. As if someone was dragging long nails across the wood.

I watched Adeline with a bitter ache in my chest. At some point, I'd lost count of the moments I regretted my decision. Go ahead, Adeline. Dig. Find out the truth. She had just reached the parking lot and was catching her breath, about to get into her car, when a woman tapped her on the shoulder. Adeline turned, confused, and studied the woman's face—she looked vaguely familiar. Before Adeline could speak, the woman beamed and said, "You don't recognize me? I was a nurse in Dr. Samuel Newell's department! I've since quit, though.

Still struggling to breathe, I recognized Camila in the corner of my eye. I backed away from my seat, scanning my chambers, but saw only Camila. "Adaline..." Camila spoke softly, without formalities, and for the first time, I felt a friend's concern rather than a servant's obligation. "Are you alright?" she asked, holding my gaze. I shook my head, my body trembling. "I saw him again," I whispered, her confusion evident. It had been a while since the death of my child, long enough that I'd almost forgotten about Cole haunting my dreams.

Knox's smile returned, tinged with satisfaction at her compliance. "Yes?" he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of triumph. Taking a steadying breath, Adeline slowly resumed her seat, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Knox. The room seemed to hold its breath, its very air thick with anticipation, as she mustered the strength to begin recounting her haunting tale. Her words, like delicate threads, wove a tapestry of profound loss, relentless survival, and a desperate search for answers that had consumed her every waking moment.

It's barely twenty four hours and she's like this. "Here's the last question for you miss" Annabella sniffs,trying to listen but before the investigator could talk,the door bursted open and a sergeant came in "The final result of the autopsy is out sir" He said "So...." "The last food she ate was the one poisoned and that was her dinner" The sergeant said and Annabella looked up immediately The cops entered almost instantly and Annabella stood up "You're under arrest Miss Annabella for the murder of little Miss Casey Campebells,you're advised to stay quiet or whatever you say might be used against you in the law court" The cop said as he handcuffed her Tears rolled down Annabella's eyes as s

“Right now your aunt needs our help, and the longer we take to save her, the more dangerous things become. All I need is for you to tell me every–” She opened the door, staring at me with those cold looking eyes that felt like she was going to do worse than just killing me. “There were four of them, all dressed in black tuxedos. And a fifth, also in black, but he had a cane and a hat that barely covered his eyes. Aunt Emi asked me to hide in my room, but I heard every conversation they had that night. It seemed like she knew them, only that she didn't expect to see them in such weird appearance.” “The guy in hat, you didn't see his face, did you?” I asked, and she shook her head.