Characters In Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

Of course I didn't tell her how many times she did. Eva on the other hand would not stop crying and when she eventually did, she started screaming about how much she hated men which was quite funny, considering the fact that she just said she was heartbroken. Eventually they both fell asleep, after much tussle and hassle, I asked Hannah to change Adeline’s clothing. “What are you thinking about so much? Your girlfriend is siding with your demonic cousin.” Ric said, I raised my eyebrows “He’s not my boyfriend, Ric.” Adeline says while Denola snorted.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

The room felt so cold. Adrain slowly walked towards her, his footsteps echoed through the room. Tap! Tap!! Tap!!! He stopped beside her. Clara quickly closed her eyes. She remembered what the ghost had told her, Don’t look into his eyes. No matter what happens… Don’t do it. “Clara,” Adrain called her softly. She refused to answer. “Look at me!” She shook her head. “No,” Clara refused. His voice remained calm. “I said…. Look at me.”

Lydia glared at Adrian before forcing a strained smile toward her guest. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gillan. Please excuse the commotion." Lydia smiled awkwardly, then grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. "She's the young woman I told you about. Her name is Claire Milton, the one the astrologer said has a healing presence." The moment I saw Susan's face, memories from my past life surged back. Her only son, Charlie Gillan, apparently died of cancer the night before my wedding. Her eyes were hollow with grief, but when she looked at me, a fragile spark of hope flickered within. She reached out and clasped my hand tightly.

but something was missing, where was Adeline? As I asked myself this question, the door squeaked open and Eva walked in, a bright smile on her face. "Oh Aiden!" She gushed, rushing to my side. "Finally, you're a perfect man! You look so cute again!" I frowned, pushing her away from me. "Where's Adeline? And how did you get here?" "She is with her lover, Aiden. She left." Her lover? Didn't she promise to stay until the surgery was over? I wanted her to be the first person I'd see this morning but unfortunately...she couldn't wait for me.

"We just need to get out of the open. We’ll find a place to hide together. A hollow log, a cave... anything." "Hide?" A sharp voice cut through the dark from just behind us. Even though I couldn’t see her face clearly, I knew it was Mirabel. I would recognize that sneering tone anywhere. "That’s your big plan, Adeline?" She chuckled and stepped closer. "You three really think hiding like scared rabbits is going to save you? If you had a single wolf between the three of you, maybe you’d have a real chance at surviving the night. But no, you’ll probably just trip over each other in the first five minutes and serve yourselves up on a silver platter."

“My husband for over a thousand years until an unfortunate event happened.” “Was this him?” the white witch touched her hand, and an image of a cloaked figure was carrying Mira entered her mind. Adeline’s eyes widened. Just one glance, she could make a correct guess. She knew this figure like the back of her hand. “Oh no,” she looked at them. “That was Stefano Michelangelo de Lucca.” Thinking about Stefano had resurrecting another woman felt like a pang of betrayal to Adeline, but she couldn’t blame him either. She didn’t get to say goodbye. She rubbed her ring finger where there was once his ring for their eternal love. The longing for her husband was too much.

Brent probably went to check on Shawna, and Tor will be busy overseeing the surrender of the survivors. “Did you find Harriet?” Brent asks. “No. Just her lackey.” “I’m no one’s lackey,” Adele protests. “I am Lady Adele, high mistress of-” Amalie’s eyes flash and Adele goes whiter than white. With her free hand, she starts to claw at her neck. She slowly turns crimson, then blue. “Edira stop!” I order and push my aura out at Amalie. My mate falls to her knees, breathing heavily and trembling from head to toe while Adele inhales sharply and starts to whimper.

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: “Xavier…” THE NIGHT darkened, and for sure would be long. Adeline stirred. The relief from her deep sleep almost made her feel comfortable, but the jiggles of metals had her jolting awake. Her eyes met the familiar layout of a ceiling, causing a furrow in between her brows. How cruel. Locking her in her own pack's cell—well played. "L—Lady Adeline?" a timid voice sounded from nowhere. Adeline craned her neck and narrowed her eyes to find the source, until the lingering echo drowned under the consecutive sound of chains.

Before she could reach David, he suddenly lifted his cane and poked it into her chest. "You wretch!" Adeline cried out in pain, immediately clutching the area where David had just struck her. With a grunt, she knelt before David. She looked at David sorrowfully, overwhelmed by his chilling aura. Her swollen face made her look even uglier, and the dried bloodstains at the corner of her lips highlighted the sinister horror of her face. Yet, her eyes radiated with a stubborn viciousness.