Books Like Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

A life they would take from me the moment it drew breath. I thought of Serena's text. The penthouse feels empty without you. How long has it been going on? Was it even an affair if Adrian had never truly left her? Maybe I was the affair. The inconvenient interruption in their real love story. At 3 AM, I got out of bed. Adrian didn't stir. I padded barefoot down the hallway to the library, the one room in this mansion that still felt like it might contain something human. Books lined the walls floor to ceiling, first editions worth more than most people's homes. I pulled out a leather-bound copy of Jane Eyre and sat in the window seat, looking out at the darkened gardens.

She was screwed, that's for sure. After Odette left, Adeline looked around the bedroom. It was large and had a lot of things to entertain herself with. There was an Amazon Kindle sitting next to a huge flat-screen TV hidden behind some drapes. Adeline turned on the TV and saw it had all the streaming services. She looked through the Kindle, and it was loaded with thousands of books. There were several bookshelves loaded with books too, but they looked untouched, like no one had ever read them. What a beautiful prison, perfect for a princess in a tower! Adeline was amazed. Was that what Damien imagined she was? No, she was his bought-and-paid-for whore in a tower and she'd do well to remember

I was able to shout at them my teeth gritting together with the cold. The girl, Cassidy or whoever she was, moved towards my two servants Ana and Marissa, she stood over them as she motioned her hand to them as if she was choking them and I see them in pain coughing hard again and again their face turning blue as blood flowed out of their mouths. I was terrified. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I'm in a panic. I have to snap out of whatever spell or voodoo this is. Hannah? I told myself this cannot be. I must be dreaming. I closed my eyes trying to calm down while telling myself that this is not true this is just a dream. I breathe in and out. It suddenly felt very quiet. I can feel my

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

Breathed deep. Found herself dreading those pages left to be read. Her stomach was sick. An odd feeling crawled up her spine. Her skin tingled, fingers numb. Thoughts, muddled and thick, crowded her head. She blinked back unexpected tears. These weren’t romance stories. Or even short biographies. These were haunting. Unsettling. Desperate. These words whispered from the page. Their power found not in the reading, but in the telling.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Nice porch with a rocking chair and a hammock on it. But just inside I noticed her. Kamari. Her hair was tucked back behind an ear. Feet propped up on the arm of the couch whilst she aimlessly leafed through a book. The title was a dark choice but one I had read before. The Haunting of Hill House. A twisted book that made you catch your breath at every turn. Behind her was the kitchen. Her father was standing there, kneading from what I could see. Nolan had only mentioned her address once. When he thought she would come here or to the cafe. I never realized I knew it by heart.

Sighing in defeat, Hadrian ascertained that it might be the only solution to their problem. “I think we should get some rest. We will continue in the morning.” Magnus pronounced. Walking in an endless hallway was the last thing she ever imagined. Silhouettes appearing in the dark. Walls as tall as the skies. She couldn't see the end, but she believed that she would get there even if it had no end. Trudging through the dark and hugging herself, she breathed heavily when she felt the algid breeze blow past her, glazing her skin and moving threads of her hair behind her ears. Unanticipatedly, she saw a book glowing and floating in front of her. She tried to reach it but she couldn't, it just fl

Before Igor could curse her, she was already sucking him. "Damn!" Igor cursed. -- [Basement] Despite the fact that Adeline lost blood again even more than before, she just couldn't sit still. She's on her feet, backing the wall and staring at the dark. The basement smells like snow—like Madden, and she hates it so much. No sound except for the crickets and fireflies, and the sound of her dragged breaths. Her phone has been buzzing in her pocket, but she didn't even check cos it's obviously the group chat.

Her lips trembled, but she obeyed, folding her hands tighter in her lap. But the silence did not bring peace. Instead, memory pressed in—the garden, the sharp jolt before darkness swallowed me, and the moment earlier in the day that refused to leave my mind. Her. Adeline. I caught her scent in the corridor—faint, but impossible to miss. Herbs and earth, warm and sharp like crushed leaves. It always rattled me, tugged at pieces of memory I tried to bury. But this time, something else pushed through, heavier, sharper. Something primal roared in my blood, refusing to be ignored.