Haunting Adeline Book 2 Summary Novels & Stories

"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,"

"There is the answer you want. When you figure it out, I will naturally let you out!" "Granny, don't go, granny..." No matter how hard she shouted, she could only hear the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, until she could no longer hear them. Turning around and turning his back to the door, Adeline looked at the huge library in the room. An inexplicable sense of unease flashed across his heart. When his gaze landed on a painting not too far away, Adeline couldn't help but walk forward. ******

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.

A moment later, the threat swallowed, she cleared her throat. She crouched on her hands and knees. Bending low, forehead to floor, she gathered her thoughts. Steadied her breath. Around her, Eidolon spun, the roar of an ocean crashing through her ears. She reached, pulling herself forward, her fingers groping the wood. They landed on the book. The open book. The hungry book. It ate her fingers first.

Luthias stayed with me in my rooms until Gwendoline returned the following day. She brought with her very sad news. Not only had she not been able to locate -or even sense- Geo while scrying, but she’d heard word that Barthomew’s army was a three-day march away from Vampire Land. A battle was inevitable.

"I can make you forget the Council. Just one taste, Zane. Let me remind you of the history we almost had." She leaned in, her breasts pressing against my knees, her hands fumbling with my belt. She looked up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes searching for a flicker of the old fire. "She doesn't even know how to please you," Adeline hissed, her voice sharp with venom. "She’s a cold, little bird. I’m a fire. Let me burn for you." She leaned forward, her mouth opening to take me through the fabric of my trousers, her hands reaching up to shove her breasts into my face, desperate for any contact, any sign that she still held power over me.

Adeline’s POV I woke with my cheek pressed into something cold and wet. For a few seconds, I just lay there, barely awake, listening to the faint sound of water moving somewhere beside me. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself staring at a tangle of reeds. Murky water pooled between them and sunlight was already slipping through the trees above. Where was I?

Riven spoke, his voice too husky for the ears. I couldn’t look away. Not when he kept pressing forward. Kept pressing into me. I tried to flatten my hands on his chest, tried to create some fucking space. That was impossible. This deaf bastard had sunk so deep into me I felt— “You’re trying to drive me insane, Adelina.” His utterance stopped me from glancing down. Our eyes met, and unlike my dazed, droopy ones, his were steady. Even when he leaned in, peppered my collarbones with kisses, his gaze remained steady.

I watched him drive away again. I thought it was prudent to follow my routine to the T. Get up, have breakfast, go to college, have David tell Adeline everything—how it was supposed to be. Or rather, how Adeline wanted it to be. I would stay in her sight at all times. The moment Patronus was out of danger, all it would take was a jump from the balcony, and I would be free. Sounds easy, but I wouldn’t be here if it were that simple. The moment I stepped foot in Anderson Mansion, Adeline was waiting in the lobby with a sour, twisted expression, fuming. Killian’s prank hadn’t aged well.

“It’s open. Trusting. The kind of face that’s never learned to lie.” Each detail matched what I’d seen in my visions, confirming I wasn’t entirely lost to delusion. I could see her now—this Adeline—floating through the halls above me in a dress that caught the light, her golden hair bouncing as she laughed at something Carlisle said. I could see her standing where I once stood, in the grand entryway with its vaulted ceiling and portraits of Brocandale ancestors watching with those same cold, judging eyes. “And her voice?” I pressed, unable to stop myself. “What does she sound like?”