Haunting Adeline Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dad certainly wouldn’t take her in, so unless she was ready to do fight for survival at Lila’s house, she could be homeless. The moment we were in her room, the door slapped behind us. Adeline stood beside it, one hand on her waist while her foot tapped furiously against the marble floor. “Now, what exactly was it I was supposed to hear?” She grunted. “Adeline, it might have started as revenge. I know it doesn’t even make it any better.” I dropped her bags gently beside her bed. I wanted her to see I meant every word, but I couldn’t look at her, not when she stared me down like she was ready to eye laser through me. The worst part was the disgust in her eyes.

Backing away, she pressed a trembling hand against her racing heart. The room was engulfed in darkness. A shiver crawled down her spine. Her ragged breaths echoed within the silent walls. Then... A low, rhythmic whistling sound came from the outside. Claire went completely still. Her eyes widened in horror. She instantly clamped both hands over her mouth, muffling the gasp threatening to escape. Fresh tears welled in her hazel eyes as she stared into the pitch-black room, too terrified to even breathe. "If you feel like leaving...” Adrian’s melodious voice drifted through the darkness, echoing off the walls and filling her heart with dread.

I swiped the notes and began reading. About five hours had passed and Adeline was still reading not realizing how long it had been that she had not been seen in the 'Actual world' ~~~~~~ "Adeline" I heard someone's voice call out my name but I had simply thought it was Christan's voice in my imagination, I yawned and rubbed my eyes tiredly not realizing the person staring at me, my back ached from laying down against the cold tiles, I had to change position when It was necessary. "Are you going to keep ignoring me?" I heard the person say again and furrowed my eyebrows, placing the book beside me and plopped up on my elbows. My eyes widened on seeing the person leaning against the shelf, sta

"Welcome home Adelina." Now, they were just a few steps away from the front porch of the three storey French Normandy mansion. She glanced around the house vindictively. How much she had missed this sight. Simone drew open the double front door and wheeled Adelina into the mostly dark room. Except for a candle lit in the middle of what she suspected to be a cake, the living room was dark. Just as she was about to ask where everyone had gone, the voices came out in a loud boom.

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?

"Williams tried to politically assassinate me over the appetizer course." "He does that to everyone." "And the terrifying magazine woman looked directly into my soul at one point. I felt her reading my browser history." "Also normal." The elevator arrives with a soft chime, and we step inside together, the doors sliding shut on the muted gold of the hallway. Silence settles between us for a beat, comfortable in a way silence rarely manages to be around me. Adeline shifts her weight against the mirrored wall. "There are only four days left." I look at her. "I understand."

Camila's quiet presence beside her, whispering soothing words, was a small mercy. The the night before we got to Hazem displayed an unmistakable shift. According to schedule Adaline waltz out of her tent, goes on her knees with Camila by her side wearing a sorrowful look. I pranced towards the two going on both my knees, holding Adaline's hands. She slowly traced my hands back to me and begin tearing up.

Ximena/Angela’s POV Aunt Sadie remained silent until Penelope had finished with Raven and put her to sleep. “I don’t know why, but I feel the need to help Hudson get out of there. Something tells me that if he doesn’t get out soon, something terrible might happen. Remember how Mila ended up,” Aunt Sadie explained after Penelope left. “Do you think Adeline’s ghost is involved?” I asked awkwardly. “I don’t believe in ghosts or resurrection. Adeline is gone, but her conspirators are still alive,” she said firmly, as if she knew exactly who was behind everything.

She hissed, walking towards the mirror, arranging her scattered hair back in place. God, this girl. The day ended slowly with Adeline and I staring at eachother. She kept smiling at me, did she think I couldn't see her? When it was midnight, I rose from bed and got dressed up. I had to go to the Creek. Whatever message the person had, I wanted to know. As I was about to leave the room, Adeline woke up from sleep. Rubbing the sleep off her eyes, she asked. "Where are you going?"

he muttered. “Your book fell. I put it back on the shelf. Go get it and stop bothering me,” he said, closing his eyes. Adeline’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She fetched her book, sat on the bed, leaned back, and resumed reading. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier. She finally set the book on the bedside table, pulled up the blanket, and closed her eyes. ***