Novel & Cerita Haunting Adeline Book 1 Pages

QUEEN ADELINE THAT SAME NIGHT—THE PACKHOUSE Queen Adeline couldn’t sleep all night. She was pacing her chamber restlessly, impatiently waiting for her visitor to show up. She was supposed to be here an hour later. What was keeping her out so long? Queen Adeline bit her lip, tapped her bare feet to the floor, and dug her fingers into her palms as she waited. She wasn’t one to exercise patience, and this was pushing her to the edge.

And now… “Wait.” Adeline’s voice cut through my subconscious, and I find myself peering to the outside world for the first time through her eyes. “What is it?” I asked, observing our surroundings with all my senses. “Something’s wrong.” She muttered, glancing in every direction where we stopped in the middle of the forest. Adeline waited, for a moment, and when we finally heard the sound of rustling leaves and snapping branches, our hackles lifted, eyes on full alert as she lowered her mouth to the ground.

Anna clicked her tongue, "so tell me, Anita, who wrote the four books?" "The books were written by Adele," Anita said, "your grandmother. The first queen of the witches. That is when you were really Zaekyr." She said. "Adele?" Anna stared at her. "Yes. But she only wrote the first three books." Anita said and hesitated, "As you can see the last book is full of dangerous magics and spells, including the death spell, that's why you can't memorize anyone of them and that's why the book was not able to be copied into different pages, because the writers would inevitably learn the spells and die before they can learn to control it."

THE FIRST CHAPTER WAITS. Far beyond the Twelfth Door... something began turning the pages... of a book that had never been opened. The black key was warm. Not with heat... With memory. The moment Adrian's fingers touched its surface... the Hall of Readers vanished. No explosion. No flash. It simply ceased to exist. Adrian found himself standing inside an endless corridor. There were no walls. Only doors. Thousands upon thousands of them. Every door carried a title. The Kingdom That Refused to Die.

I slammed my mind walls shut, he clearly needed time to chill, and I needed the space to breathe. This was the torment I had been dealing with ever since I met Adeline in my literature class a week ago. Dax had been making my life a living hell with his relentless demands to mate and mark her. Heck, I couldn't even remember how many times he had forced me to run to her window under the cover of night, just to be close enough to inhale that intoxicating scent of hers. It was the only thing keeping him sane, that, and a brutal spar with some of the pack warriors.

Vaelora Fuck! 'Haunting Adeline' caused all these. It rewired my brain in ways I still don’t understand. And now, I don't know if I love being stalked or if I hated it. Well, if I'm to analyse it.. if I try to be honest with myself I loved the thrill I read from the story when Adeline was being stalked by Zade. The way he watched Adeline, the way his presence was always there, heavy and intoxicating. It made my pulse race. Yet, I hated the fact that her stalker got eery and eery every freaking page I flipped. Like dude, either step into the light or crawl back into whatever shadow you crawled out of.

That was a task I’d enjoy to no end, and it’d kept me busy for days while I remained stuck in the Manor, until the works at the guesthouse were over. It took me almost an hour, but I finally found it. So I turned all the lights off, leaving only the foot lamp in the corner, and curled up in the armchair by it with the book, the woolen blanket wrapped around my legs. I would’ve killed for a coffee, but I knew that if I went down to get one, I wouldn’t be able to come back. I had the idea that the part about the ley lines and the headstocks was near the end, but I wasn’t about to go flicking through it to find that specific part. So I opened the book by the first of the 640 pages and started r

The weight of Eleanor’s demands became a boulder crushing her spirit. Until the accident. Then, everything ended. Everything. Back in the present, Axel drained the last of the bottle. Would he ever forget those suffocating days? At the Manor "Why isn't Axel home yet? Is he working late again?" Adeline glanced at the wall clock. It was 10:30 PM, and there was no sign of him. He hadn't replied to her messages. She wanted to call but feared she would be an intrusion. Still, a cold knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach.

He must know for sure now that she was lying. “It has your name in it. It is yours, right?” She nodded, surveying it. It was all there. She had forgotten about it. “There were some loose pages. I gathered them all up and put them back in. I hope I got them all,” he said. “You did,” she said softly, touched, embarrassed. “I followed the trail of pages, and the funny thing is….they lead me down the alley.” She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact.

Silent tears flowed out as I dipped lower in the mattress. My headache had finally resided by the time I woke up. The curtains were drawn on the window and it was already dark outside. I stared out at the moonless night beyond as my heard wrapped around the reality. Sighing inaudibly, I turned around and saw Adeline hunched over her study table, her nose poking into a book. She was really engrossed into whatever she was reading. Getting off the bed, I tiptoed toward her. As my shadow fell over her book, she turned around, "Oh, hi, you are finally up." Putting the bookmark inside the page, she continued, "How is your headache?"