Haunting Adeline 2 Novels & Stories

I wanted my cock between her loose lips, her lax tongue moving at my will but I’m no rapist no matter how psychopathic I can be. Lifting her shirt just enough to expose her abdomen, I brought the tip of the sharpie to her skin and went to work. Sliding her dress a bit to expose her inner thighs, I added more. I finished by pulling her underwear down exposing her smooth cunt and adding a few more choice words. To Adeline, music is her way out but she’s a liar in that aspect. She wants to be someone else, but I’m here to remind that the ghost of her past will continue to haunt her, and what she did to me will not go without retribution.

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

The words died in my throat when I realized it wasn't one of my scouts. Adeline stood by the heavy oak doors, her hand still resting on the latch. She wasn't wearing her usual silk dresses. Instead, she was draped in a sheer, transparent robe that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The firelight from the hearth licked at the curves of her body, casting long, honeyed shadows over skin that had been oiled to a shimmer. "What the hell are you doing in my office, Adeline?" I asked, my voice dropping into a dangerous, low register. “And in that?”

We are here to find our way back to Alexander, but she is a wolf obsessed with finding her goal. Never stopping to rest, Adeline keeps hunting our mate until the wee hours of the morning. The sky turns a beautiful shade of orange and purple as the sun rises in the sky. I watch the breathtaking sunrise from behind Adeline’s eyes and I beg her to stop and take a break for a few hours. Letting out a little humph of frustration she finally tires herself out and lays on the hard ground and closes her eyes. Once Adeline’s mind is calm once again I let myself rest and we fall into a deep sleep.

I stare into her bulging eyes as she whimpers fighting for air, I wish I could kill her over and over again for the things she has done. "Raven is the Goddess of Death, removing her lycan is impossible. I will be glad to see you die, knowing she will not show mercy to your soul," I growl into her ear, thrusting my other hand up into her chest; with a sickening crack and squelching noise I tear through her ribs and flesh. My hand is slick with her warm blood as I dig my claws in deep, cutting into her organs before removing my hand letting her slowly bleed out, painfully slowly until she dies. "No, not my son! Let me go!" I hear Adaline's agonized screams, as they pull my attention from Sasha

In a blur, he was in front of them, ripping the dead deer off the table so violently it shattered the glass wall of the beach house. “What the fuck?!” he growled, voice coated in rage. My stomach twisted in knots at the scene. Blood splattered. The pungent, raw smell of dead flesh hung thick in the air. A few of his men had been feeding—right on the kitchen counter, the same damn kitchen that shared an open space with the living room. “We were only hungry… that’s all,” one of them mumbled, heads bowed low. Their fear was visible. They trembled like leaves in a storm. Of course they did—he was Abaddon, after all.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

"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."

I shook my head, “If anything it has gotten worse, I don’t have to speak to him. He is able to read my thoughts, apparently.” “That’s great, so all the information and everything you have done for the order is at his disposal.” “No. I have to be thinking about it for him to hear it.” I corrected him. Alpha Rawlins frowned, “I will have to kill that vampire and break the bond he shares with you.” “You’d kill Nerine in the process.” General Abtez stated. “It’s General Nerine.” I corrected him and he turned to glare at me. “I think we should drop the titles at least for tonight, if we used them around the humans, it would look weird.” Alpha Rawlins pointed out.