Adeline From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

They didn’t divorce, but they didn’t seem to reconcile anytime soon. Before Clavier could say anything, Adeline collapsed, and he rushed in to catch her body. “Adeline!” Clavier called as her eyes were slowly closing. He touched her forehead and felt her skin was burning hot as if she was grilled alive. There were red markings all over her arms. With her shaking hands, she reached for something inside the pocket of her jacket. “What’s this?” Clavier asked. “The drug...the First Elder’s blood used to produce the drug...and the research data….” Adeline replied softly before losing consciousness.

Adeline refused to answer my calls and texts, I sure know how she feels about not wanting to see me, I just pray I'm not too late. Rushing into the Mansion No staff greeted me, I had texted them earlier to give the place privacy. Up the curved staircase, past framed black-and-white photographs of city skylines and forgotten family portraits, I moved with purpose toward the master suite. The door was ajar. Inside, Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, still in the charcoal blazer and silk blouse she’d worn to the office that morning. Her knees were drawn together, phone cradled in both hands like something fragile and poisonous. The screen glowed against her face, illuminating the tracks of dri

The door was half open, and I stopped in front of it, lifted my hand, hesitated, then knocked once, barely a tap. The door swung wider almost right away, and Adeline stood there. She looked… unreal in a tight black skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, ending just above her knees, a white silk blouse tucked in perfectly, the fabric so thin I could see the faint outline of her bra underneath, and high black heels that made her legs look endless. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat low bun, not one strand loose, and she had on red lipstick, dark enough to look almost black in the low light. She didn’t smile. She just looked at me with those steady eyes that always made me feel small and e

She said it, though it didn’t seem like she meant it in the least. She walked away, leaving me confused. I stared at her as she got inside the limousine parked in front of the gates. Adeline Hart, the daughter of the Alpha of the tenth shadow pack. What relation did she have with my husband? ********************************

As if the moon goddess was ignoring them. As if the moon goddess turned her back. “Lady Adeline!” A crisp sound of something tearing woke her senses, and yet as soon as she looked up, droplets of fresh blood splattered on her face, numbing her mind. Her irises narrowed as she stared blankly at the clouded eyes of the head of who had once baked the cookies she would sneak in her room at night. Her hands shook and her heart trembled, and despite the haywire in his mind, all she could ever utter out was the name of someone who was no more:

Ximena/Angela’s POV Aunt Sadie remained silent until Penelope had finished with Raven and put her to sleep. “I don’t know why, but I feel the need to help Hudson get out of there. Something tells me that if he doesn’t get out soon, something terrible might happen. Remember how Mila ended up,” Aunt Sadie explained after Penelope left. “Do you think Adeline’s ghost is involved?” I asked awkwardly. “I don’t believe in ghosts or resurrection. Adeline is gone, but her conspirators are still alive,” she said firmly, as if she knew exactly who was behind everything.

Then she rose to her feet and offered the woman her chair. Adeline Blair closed the door behind her and silently walked to the chair beside my bed. “I'm... sorry for your loss, Mrs. Blair,” I managed, and she summoned a faint smile in response. Ashley muttered her condolences, and Adeline gave a similar smile. I swallowed a knot in my throat. “How… did you know I was here?” “I have my sources,” she said softly. “And not even someone like Gunner Stiles can keep me from finding out the things I want to know.”

"She’s terrifying, honestly. Even the Alpha looked like he was afraid of her. Whenever she walked past, the room went silent. I saw a board member stumble, and she didn't even look at him—she just raised an eyebrow, and the guy practically fainted. She’s not just some trophy wife; she’s the one who holds the entire thing together. The whole organization, the money, the secret channels—it flows through her." I have no idea why it took so long for the name to sink into my brain, but at that minute, it suddenly resonated through my whole body. I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands went cold, the damp rag slipping from my fingers and hitting the floor with a wet thud. Adeline. Of course.

Anna exclaimed happily. Meanwhile, they had choked me to such a degree that my face had gone red. The handbook listed the house assigned to each player. Everyone else had roommates or companions, while I was the only one assigned to live alone. My handbook was the only one left behind after everyone else had their pick, after all. Anna smirked, clearly finding the whole thing quite amusing. "Wow, you really are unlucky, Sylvia. How about this? If you become my watchdog, I'll do the honors of making a doghouse for you out of rocks myself!"

I got up and peeked a little to see who the lady was and eavesdrop a little. “Hello to you too little brother” She says. The lady is his sister, Angeline Hawthorne. Angeline is a famous fashion designer. She is the 2nd child of the Hawthorne’s family while Adrian’s is the oldest. As far I know, Nigel had 3 children. “Where’s Emily?” Angeline asks. “She quit.” Adrian answered. “What?!” Angeline yelled. “Oh my god. She confessed didn’t she?” Angeline continues. Adrian was silent for a couple of minutes.