Novel & Cerita Haunting Adeline Book 2 Summary

Adeline’s pov I tried not to cry again. This was something my tear ducts were used to, it was almost a routine to watch it dry up and so I sucked in the tears and thought happy thoughts. Thoughts that comprised of the good old earlier days. Looking back to the sequence of events which brought me to that house of brooding mystery, of sinister undercurrents and disturbing echoes. I sat on a wooden bench I had found as I became lost in thought all alone in the darkness.

' a pretty woman said. Adrian looked around but everyone and everything looked strange. 'Where am I?' he asked, then something occurred to him. 'Who am I? ___THE END_ of Book ONE. Book Two is out! Great News! Continue the reverting story of Iris and Adrian,, Millicent and Alpha Sylvester. It promises to be far better.... Thanks for your patronage.

Evans I lay in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Beside me, I felt the mattress shift. Hailey sat up, her movement sharp and jagged. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to stay shallow, but I could feel her focus on me. It wasn't just a gaze; it was a physical weight. Her ability was out of control, radiating off her in waves of heat that made the air in the room feel thin. I knew she felt it. She felt the rot of the lie I had been carrying since the day we stood at the altar. I waited, counting the seconds in the silence, until I heard her feet hit the carpet. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps receding toward the door. Only when the soft click of

Adeline refused to answer my calls and texts, I sure know how she feels about not wanting to see me, I just pray I'm not too late. Rushing into the Mansion No staff greeted me, I had texted them earlier to give the place privacy. Up the curved staircase, past framed black-and-white photographs of city skylines and forgotten family portraits, I moved with purpose toward the master suite. The door was ajar. Inside, Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, still in the charcoal blazer and silk blouse she’d worn to the office that morning. Her knees were drawn together, phone cradled in both hands like something fragile and poisonous. The screen glowed against her face, illuminating the tracks of dri

I let her go without a word, but my jaw locks tight as the doors slide shut. For a moment, I just stand there. Staring at the reflection of a man I barely recognize. Marcella’s ghost still haunts me, but today, my heart has come back to life. I can feel each beat. But it’s not Marcella I’m missing - it’s Sareena I’m craving. The hunger I feel now. It’s deeper, more dangerous and it claws at me from places Marcella never touched. The way Sareena looked at me, wide-eyed and furious. The way her lips parted when I stepped too close, the quick flutter at her throat like a dare she didn’t mean to give… God help me.

His shoulders shook as tears of intense failure, guilt, and sorrow fell from his eyes. He felt that no matter how rich he was, no matter how famous a doctor he became, and no matter how much power he held—he was completely powerless to save or protect the people who mattered to him. ******* ADELINE slowly opened her eyes. She was immediately greeted by a familiar setting. She was lying in the middle of a massive master bedroom—the room in Marky's former mansion where she had lived for three years. Her body felt light; the severe shaking and dizziness she had felt on the street were gone, thanks to the sedative injected into her. She didn't know how many hours or days she had been asleep. But

Kaden’s eyes glazed over as he mind linked his men, and half of them took off with Dylan’s corpse. When I glanced back at the tree where he was laid against, I could see no trace of whatever transpired left. It’s as if it never happened. Even the scent vanished when they took away his corpse. Then, I felt Adeline grow uneasy. “That feeling earlier…” she reminded me, “I’m starting to think it wasn’t Colton that we sensed earlier…” she spoke. I raised my brow at her, “What are you suggesting?” I could feel Adeline’s contemplation, going silent for a few moments.

Sidney Midnight I woke up next to Adeline. Our eyes meet, like ocean currents. I felt in paradise, in the world of heaven. White sheets and curtains, a completely spacious and bright room. I ran my finger across her lower lip and she bit it lightly, setting my body on fire. I took her mouth intensely, devouring it with my hungry tongue. I ran my hand over her abdomen, feeling the volume of her belly that carried my son. I looked back at her and she smiled. His hand took mine, leading it back to the place of his belly. I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes, imagining a peaceful place, but when I opened them, everything was gone. One more… One more nightmare. Of all the nightmares, this one

I didn't trust him enough, after all, there was someone who had enough reason to stab me from behind, it was my own brother. I turned and walked away, mind-linking Casper. “Pull the men back. Leave the wreckage. We’re done here.” For now. But the war? It had just begun. One thing was certain now: Adel wasn't in the city. She was probably in some remote town or worse. I could not feel her and the distance was driving my wolf crazy. The cloud rumbled, and it started to rain heavily, blurring the distance. I got to the car, and the rain was washing away the blood stains and aftermath of the battle.

The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me. Stepping toward the large hound I reach out placing my hand on the nose of the creature. The dog closes their eyes as a strong presence fills me. I gasp as the dog begins to disappear, slowly begging absorbed through my fingertips. My breath picks up as my lungs begin to burn. I sink to the ground gasping for air.