Adeline From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

“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.

“Adeline, come on!” Warm liquid seeps through Adeline’s clothes, and into the ground. I make quick work to press my hands as firmly as I can to the two holes in her body. The crimson liquid coats my arms in a matter of seconds, as the life drains out of her. “No, no, no. Please, say something Adie.” But Adeline stays still no matter how much I shake her. My vision blurs as my tears overflow, falling to Adeline’s cheeks, and that’s when I finally notice her eyes… lifeless and dull.

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.

“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.

If it wasn’t Stella, I didn’t want to see anyone. “Come in,” I said reluctantly, and the door opened slowly. Someone I never thought I’d see again stepped in. Adeline Conrad. I leaned forward. “Adeline…” I said, trying to make sure I wasn’t mistaking her for the wrong person. For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, because the name tasted bitter on my tongue. The ghost of my past that I thought I’d forgotten—but no, here she was in the flesh. Hair falling in perfect waves, lips painted the same shade of red I remembered from college, her eyes filled with the kind of secrets that could destroy empires.

“Now, explain who you are and why you were in that condition when I found you.” Adeline’s frown disappeared, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to gather her thoughts. “I’m Adeline Smith,” she said quietly, slightly stuttering, “daughter of Baron Smith, leader of the Crimson Pack.” She constantly glanced up at Enzo, who was staring at her intently as she explained. “Yesterday, my pack was attacked by the Blue Moon Pack. They... they wiped out every single one of us. I’m the only survivor.” “Your pack was wiped out?” Enzo chuckled softly, “Well, that’s unfortunate.”

I had to get back in there, to find Xander, to figure out what was going on. I finally spotted Xander outside, talking to someone. "Xander!" I called, hurrying to get to him, but he didn’t hear me. As I got closer, my heart sank. The person he was talking to was a woman in a green dress. My breath caught in my throat when I recognized her. It was Adeline. She was never on the guest list. How on earth was she here? Xander was holding her hands, speaking passionately, his face full of emotion. I stood there, staring in shock, unable to move. So this is what had happened. All this must be Adeline’s fault.