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He picked her up like a little child, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck while she buried her face deep against the warmth of his skin. Matthew carried her toward the soft bed. They lay down carefully, and to completely ease her fear, Matthew pulled the thick comforter over the two of them. Adeline clung to him like a clingy vine; both her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her hands were dug into his back, refusing to let go as every burst of thunder forced her eyes shut tightly. Matthew chuckled softly despite the intense atmosphere. Gazing down at her face, which still bore traces of terror, he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked from every angle, whether she was

My feet cripples and I collapse on the van floor. A hand pick me up and throw me at the corner. They slammed the boy to my side. He wheezed. I gasp. His head hits my rib side, sending black spots to my eyes. I’m still coughing and gasping for air when a shoe heel pressed itself in my head. Forcing me to bend. “So it wasn’t that challenging to find you.” Adeline said, exerting force to her heel, bending me lower. I catch a crack of glimpse behind her shoe. Her blood red lips curl into a smile. A calculative evil smile. And I can’t suppress the shudder running through my spine. The groundkeeper has settled himself in the passenger seat at the front.

Her lips trembled, but she obeyed, folding her hands tighter in her lap. But the silence did not bring peace. Instead, memory pressed in—the garden, the sharp jolt before darkness swallowed me, and the moment earlier in the day that refused to leave my mind. Her. Adeline. I caught her scent in the corridor—faint, but impossible to miss. Herbs and earth, warm and sharp like crushed leaves. It always rattled me, tugged at pieces of memory I tried to bury. But this time, something else pushed through, heavier, sharper. Something primal roared in my blood, refusing to be ignored.

She was screwed, that's for sure. After Odette left, Adeline looked around the bedroom. It was large and had a lot of things to entertain herself with. There was an Amazon Kindle sitting next to a huge flat-screen TV hidden behind some drapes. Adeline turned on the TV and saw it had all the streaming services. She looked through the Kindle, and it was loaded with thousands of books. There were several bookshelves loaded with books too, but they looked untouched, like no one had ever read them. What a beautiful prison, perfect for a princess in a tower! Adeline was amazed. Was that what Damien imagined she was? No, she was his bought-and-paid-for whore in a tower and she'd do well to remember

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.

She glanced toward Benji, not wanting to see Peabody’s waxen face or unblinking eyes or ghoulish grin. He stood, her beloved. His body abandoned and forgotten, the memory of who he was waited, his eyes on the ceiling. All those failures feeding your shadow. Peabody’s breath was cold against her cheek as he smiled, his eyes, too, lifting skyward to the dusty, dingy, yellow stretch above. And now, your trip into forever. And against all reason, her thoughts too slow to stop her, she looked up. On the ceiling above, the dead lived. But not the rats and beetles and bugs and snakes she feared waited in the hidden spaces of Eidolon. No. This was a seething swarm of human souls fighting what felt l

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.

The lie tasted bitter because the truth was I hadn’t stopped immediately. I had searched for months or maybe a year. But Adeline has disappeared. No address, no workplace and no phone number. It was as if she had vanished from existence. Eventually, I gave up. Life moved on or at least I convinced myself it had. “You’re thinking again,” Mira said. “I have work.” I replied “You always have work.” “And you always talk too much.” I said and she laughed. “Fine. Call me later.” I grabbed my car keys and headed for Hartley Corporation. The drive took twenty minutes, but my mind was elsewhere.

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.

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