Adeline From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

Crash! Adeline flinched as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other wing of the house. The sudden commotion pulled her from her seat; a storm was brewing, and she could already guess the source. In the hallway, a scene of domestic tyranny unfolded. Eleanor stood over one of the maids, her face contorted with a rage that aged her beyond her years. At her feet lay a mangled designer dress and a shattered glass, the floor a hazardous mosaic of liquid and shards.

I nearly bit my lip as I snapped out of my head. ‎ Before I could move his eyes met mine. I then managed a smile so he wouldn't suspect anything. ‎"Oh Adeline" I mean is that how you call your wife. It kinda hurt. " This is Mrs Kane our cook and your personal help" he smiled at her and she immediately took my hand in hers and shook it well. ‎"Nice you meet you Adeline" she smiled warmly and It felt kinda good. ‎"You can call me Addy and thank you me too" she smiled and nodded

Doctor Brad agreed, rising from his seat to gather the necessary tools for the procedure. Adrienne dragged her exhausted body into her house, feeling weak and overwhelmed. All she craved at that moment was the solace of her bed, where she could lay for hours and do absolutely nothing. The hallway seemed never-ending as she trudged through it, her steps heavy and sluggish. As she entered the living room, she noticed the unexpected presence of Daniel, and her mom, accompanied by a mysterious man she had never seen before. Adrienne mustered a faint smile, trying her best to mask her fatigue.

Nick replied. “Two options: you hurt her or she dies!, pick one!.” Alexander threatened. Nick took a deep breath and nodded at Alexander. Alexander hung up. Nick stared at Delilah (Aviva). He shook his head. He sat staring at her for a couple of minutes. ^^^ “Hi!!.” A woman said. She walked past Lucifer and stared daggers at Bruno that made him stand up. Delilah (Aviva) hissed as she felt her head ache, she stared at the woman with a throbbing headache, Delilah (Aviva) massaged her temples.

But this witch is a total opposite of what she heard. The young witch sitting across her in the common room was a beautiful young maiden with eyes as round as a full moon, bright as moonlight and lips red as rubies. Her black curly hair dance slowly as she moved gracefully. Never in her dreams would Harper incorporate the woman as a witch. She looked more like a faerie of the forest. “This is Adelaine. One of the best witches we have. She can interpret your dreams for you.” – Damon said Adelaine gave Harper a smile. Even her teeth were white and straight, she noticed.

Looking at the gloomy rain, I sighed, figuring we wouldn't get many guests. Just then, someone rushed in. I hurried to greet them. "Welcome! Are you here for a room-" I stopped short - it was Adeline! She'd lost weight, cut her hair short, and had a new scar on her face. Her eyes welled up when she saw me. "Henry, I finally found you." "Why are you here? This isn't a shelter - you've got the wrong place!" I kept my face cold. Adeline froze, shaking her head. "No! That's not it!"

Her eyes staring lifelessly up at the ceiling, her neck marked and her body cold. Raya sat beside her, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, blood smeared at the corner of her lips. Her eyes met with those familiar brown ones. Shocked ones now. Adeline was standing frozen in the doorway, her face pale and ashen.

He raised his brows 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 inside me. 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.

“It’s open. Trusting. The kind of face that’s never learned to lie.” Each detail matched what I’d seen in my visions, confirming I wasn’t entirely lost to delusion. I could see her now—this Adeline—floating through the halls above me in a dress that caught the light, her golden hair bouncing as she laughed at something Carlisle said. I could see her standing where I once stood, in the grand entryway with its vaulted ceiling and portraits of Brocandale ancestors watching with those same cold, judging eyes. “And her voice?” I pressed, unable to stop myself. “What does she sound like?”

Adeline’s pov What the heck was Cecilia trying to prove by doing this, I wondered despondently as I backed away gingerly from the approaching trio. She smiled at me , waving her hands forward and I all I could see was the evil glint in her eyes and the smirk curling her lips. My heart pounded erratically, she must have known I wasn’t feeling too good. I wasn’t good with pain, so I was more than ninety percent sure I had been moaning my head off in that seat over there.