Borrow Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

Once I am under the tree canopy I run towards the direction of the rogue camp, only my feet cannot remember the way. Adeline has been restless in my head for days. Not caring about the sleeping gown that I am wearing, I stop in the middle of the forest and let her come forward. The snapping and elongation of my bones is a freeing feeling. White fur begins to sprout along my skin and the sleeping gown that I am wearing stretches painfully against my newly shaping body until the seams rip against me. Adeline ruffles her fur and shakes off the remnants of my sleeping gown. Pressing her nose to the ground like she is on the hunt she begins to search for the way back to the rogue camp. As s

“When young ladies who are ripe enough for marriage do not take the necessary steps, the devil always finds a way to come in. Look now, that girl has defiled herself, and soiled her parent’s reputation in the process but I pray the lord has mercy on them.” “Mum, but what is a girl supposed to do if she doesn’t have any suitable suitors.” “Well then, the girl would have to wait for the lord’s appointed time, but I would have you know that that wasn’t the case with Maya Spencer. I knew first hand that there were many young men of good spiritual standing and defined financial bearing who wanted to make a life with her but apparently, she seemed to have other ideas. Husbands weren’t scarce for t

“ Bye mama.” Adeline walked out of the mansion, and once she was gone, Magdalene took out her phone and dialled a line. “ Follow Adeline, and make sure you don't lose her.” ….. Adeline drove out in an Audi to a club. To her, being stucked with her mom was boring and she needed to breath in fresh air. While driving, she noticed a black car behind her, causing a smirk to grace her lips. “ Mama’s handwork, huh?” She clicked her tongue and added more speed.

"We both know that my parents have passed away." "Yes, I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about Cailynn..." Adeline sipped her wine gracefully—a gesture that made Axel clearly see that this woman was used to having wine in her hand, unlike a woman he knew who couldn't handle the effects of alcohol. "I didn't invite her." "That's even more surprising to me," the smile on Adeline's lips already indicated that she really suspected something. But who cared about her suspicion? "I thought you weren't that close,"

“We struggled. In panic, I injected her with a substance—I didn’t even know what it was.” The room went deadly still. “That same night,” Ms. Odessa concluded, “I left Dubai with the baby.” Silence followed. My heart was racing, my mind struggling to process the weight of her words. One truth stood out above all others, loud and terrifying— The Harrison daughter hadn’t been lost. She had been stolen. The story was clearly too long for Malum’s patience. He cut Ms. Odessa off mid-sentence, his fingers tapping sharply against the desk. “Enough of the parables,” he snapped. “Get to the point. Where is the Harrison daughter now?”

"Not moved. Not forgiving. Just surprised that she got there at all." "Is that enough?" I thought about it. Eleanor had never been a person I'd expected anything from in this lifetime. The verdict, Catherine's sentence, the foundation, the gallery, Alexander, all of it had been built without requiring anything from Eleanor Sterling. "It's neither here nor there," I said. "She's gone and the note says something true and I'll keep the brooch because she's right that it belongs with someone who builds things." "Okay," he said. "Are you alright?"

The lie tasted bitter because the truth was I hadn’t stopped immediately. I had searched for months or maybe a year. But Adeline has disappeared. No address, no workplace and no phone number. It was as if she had vanished from existence. Eventually, I gave up. Life moved on or at least I convinced myself it had. “You’re thinking again,” Mira said. “I have work.” I replied “You always have work.” “And you always talk too much.” I said and she laughed. “Fine. Call me later.” I grabbed my car keys and headed for Hartley Corporation. The drive took twenty minutes, but my mind was elsewhere.

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