Borrow Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

ADELINE POV As I opened my eyes, I couldn't stop my tears from falling. It is now clear in my mind what happened in the past. The main reason I was in the Romanov mansion was because his wife, Adeline, helped me escape that night. I remember what happened that night in crystal-clear detail. When I choose to run away from an old man who did bad things to me just because my parents couldn't pay him their huge debt. He took me by force. I was abducted by his men, and I was raped. He made me his bed warmer and his slave in bed for several months. Something transpired that gave me the feeling that my whole body was filthy. And what infuriates me more about my destiny is that the man is none other

“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.”

My feet cripples and I collapse on the van floor. A hand pick me up and throw me at the corner. They slammed the boy to my side. He wheezed. I gasp. His head hits my rib side, sending black spots to my eyes. I’m still coughing and gasping for air when a shoe heel pressed itself in my head. Forcing me to bend. “So it wasn’t that challenging to find you.” Adeline said, exerting force to her heel, bending me lower. I catch a crack of glimpse behind her shoe. Her blood red lips curl into a smile. A calculative evil smile. And I can’t suppress the shudder running through my spine. The groundkeeper has settled himself in the passenger seat at the front.

Master Brandon only helped by putting a very small dose of hallucinogen that would make it look more natural and believable in the eyes of others. I’d still look similar to myself to most people, but there would be a little difference, enough to confuse. “State your name for the record,” a thick-voiced councilman demanded from behind the curved wooden table. I stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Adeline Hansford. First-year trainee under Helena Hayes.” “Origin?” another asked, his golden eyes narrowing in suspicion. I met his gaze. “My parents were rogue-born. I grew up in the southern outskirts before enrolling here.”

And economically speaking, not to be disrespectful, but they were the ones who often borrowed money from her late father, which, of course, they never returned, citing family ties. Weakly, Adaline walked back to the emergency stairs. She would return to the hospital and wait for news from Haris. If she didn't receive any updates tonight, she would try another option—perhaps truly going to a pawnshop for a loan, or maybe she had to seek out loan sharks to mortgage her house. Reaching the nineteenth floor, she prayed that she wouldn't meet anyone she knew inside the elevator, just like when she ascended earlier. Fortunately, her prayer was answered. It seemed like everyone had gone for a break

Lina was adjusting her earring in front of the mirror when Adrian appeared in the doorway, already dressed for the evening fundraiser. “Turn around,” he said. She turned. The emerald green dress Sophia had chosen hugged her figure perfectly. Adrian studied her for a long moment. “It’ll do. But tonight is important. Two of the inheritance trustees will be there. You need to be flawless.” Lina met his eyes in the mirror. “Flawless. Got it. Smile, stay close, short answers, pretend I’m madly in love with you.”

Penelope Monroe I had decided to hold my second meeting with a prospective bride in an environment I knew he'd like. This time, I was playing my own psychological tricks on him. I had studied my client meticulously, and now, I was giving him exactly what he wanted. Because no matter how much I tried to deny it, something was happening between us, something I couldn't afford to let spiral out of control. I needed to find him someone, fast. I needed to end this torturous back and forth before I did something really stupid.

I glanced at Dylan and asked, "What happened to Adeline?" "Mr. David took her back. He won’t let her off easily." I nodded, feeling that it was only fair. Adeline needed a good place to go, and Grandpa’s place was the best destination for her. After dinner, I asked Atlas if I could accompany him to the bank. He nodded without refusing or mentioning anything about sending me back to Foswood. But before we could leave, unexpected guests arrived at the estate.

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.

Allen stole a gaze at Austin and he was met with Austin's hand up wide in the air as if to vindicate himself for not being good at football. "Well…" "We are here" Jade interrupted Allen as he was about to speak. They came to an Abandoned Factory that smelled like death, the Iron wire mounted up to serve as a wall against the outside world was already useless. Jade leaned sideways and they bent beneath while going in. Austin looked around, his legs shivering. Fear was beginning to creep in and he struggled to keep himself from showing it. Unfortunately, Allen noticed and placed a hand on him "Are you okay?"