Haunting Adeline Book Review Novels & Stories

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.

Adeline was shocked. “Are these werewolves able to read minds?” Adeline thought in her mind. “We can't read minds but it's written all over your face. Your expressions are kinda readable.” Josephine told her how they can tell what's going on in her mind. When Adeline was back in Allister house everyone was happy to have her back. She noticed only Vasili was missing there. So she excused herself and went to meet her husband. When she opened the door the room was dark and it was filled with smoke.

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.

With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series. The large mahogany grandfather clock in the hall chimes its tune. It's only chimed three times since she started reading. The tune echoes up through the house and reverberates through her ears. Staring at the words The End on the Kindle in her lap, she blinks in disbelief. She has finished the remaining three books in the series, in record time according to the percentage statistics on the Kindle. Her eyes flew across the pages at record speed and yet, she can still recall every line with insane precision, every plot twist connects. It seems that all her cognitive processing is moving at an incredi

The moment his fingers left her skin, she felt the loss—like something inside her had been severed. His silver eyes burned like molten steel, scanning the room with deadly intent. “Show yourself, coward,” Adrian growled, his voice low, razor-sharp. The air shifted, thickening with an ancient, electric charge. The fire in the hearth guttered, spitting embers before shrinking into a faint, dying glow. Shadows stretched unnaturally, creeping across the floor like ink spilling from an unseen wound. And then… The room darkened. Not like a candle snuffed out, but something more sinister—something thick, alive, pressing against her skin like cold breath against her neck.

she hissed thinking of a murder in her head, a plan where she wants to perfect the art of killing their conning aunty--- Amor, the step sister of his father who is to entitled to this clan's welfare when in fact was banned but saved by their father, she's not in debt of life, she's just some bitch who can have her own space in this clan and want get validated, she scoffed at the thought of how ridiculous her obvious plans are. She wear her coat and stuck the strands of her straight blonde hair, Lane Adair is a mirror of Jane, her twin but unlike Jane, who is not interested in Adair's power and name but Lane is the opposite, she wanted the power and the respect, the satisfaction of fear as sh

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

My head was throbbing, and my whole body ached from the tension. I turned the corner into the quiet, dimly lit hallway of the royal wing, heading straight to my chambers. And then, I smelled her. Adeline was walking towards me from the library. She was carrying a huge stack of old pack ledgers that practically covered her chin, she was wearing a simple grey dress with her hair tied back loosely and she looked so exhausted and overwhelmed. I stopped in my tracks at the sight of her. Adeline must have heard my footsteps, because her eyes snapped up over the books. The second she saw me, she froze. She clearly didn't want to run into me, especially not after what happened in her dressing room.

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

The room felt so cold. Adrain slowly walked towards her, his footsteps echoed through the room. Tap! Tap!! Tap!!! He stopped beside her. Clara quickly closed her eyes. She remembered what the ghost had told her, Don’t look into his eyes. No matter what happens… Don’t do it. “Clara,” Adrain called her softly. She refused to answer. “Look at me!” She shook her head. “No,” Clara refused. His voice remained calm. “I said…. Look at me.”