Haunting Adeline Chapter 16 Novels & Stories

I crossed the space between us and crouched beside her. She didn’t flinch, but she didn’t look at me either. “It’s getting worse,” she said, voice low. “The air. The scent.” I nodded. “I feel it too. Like rot.” She finally turned her eyes to me. “It’s him, Silas. The cursed master. He’s stirring.” The moment she said it, the wind changed. No louder, no stronger—just... wrong. Like the forest itself had been turned inside out. That night, she curled beside me, her head against my chest, and for the first time in days, she slept.

” “No, he will know. He is using black magic.” I could not wait any longer. Already Lucien’s veins strained against the flood of my essence, and I knew I needed to move. His body did not have the capacity to hold me for long. “All I want is for you to bring him back to me,” she pleaded. “I promise” I replied, walking out of the chamber and mindlinking my warriors to follow suit. *** Adrian’s POV The first thing that hit me was the smell. A suffocating mix of damp wood, rotting mold, and the metallic stench of blood that had dried and soaked into the boards. It clung to the air thick enough that even this borrowed body recoiled.

The witches strenghten their hold, and start their chants, and this time, there's an undeniable force in the room, and I try not to think of the implication that I was the person she loved the most, because as much as I'll like to relish in that fact, it's in the past tense. With us in their midst, the chants go stronger, louder, and suddenly, a bursting light, and I try to see, only then do I see her, Adaline, she looks so beautiful, and she's in a resturant, but is not alone, there's a man seated beside her, I grit my teeth, thinking he's her boyfriend, then I notice the discomfrt in her expression, and the way she's trying to back off, leaning away from him.

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.”

“I still can’t make up my mind if I wanna fuck you here or upstairs.” “You ain’t fucking me nowhere, Haunter. Make love? Wherever you feel like it, whenever you feel like it.” “That sounds so vanilla.” “Vanilla? Take off your glasses and I’ll show you vanilla.” * ** THE END **

I wanted my cock between her loose lips, her lax tongue moving at my will but I’m no rapist no matter how psychopathic I can be. Lifting her shirt just enough to expose her abdomen, I brought the tip of the sharpie to her skin and went to work. Sliding her dress a bit to expose her inner thighs, I added more. I finished by pulling her underwear down exposing her smooth cunt and adding a few more choice words. To Adeline, music is her way out but she’s a liar in that aspect. She wants to be someone else, but I’m here to remind that the ghost of her past will continue to haunt her, and what she did to me will not go without retribution.

"It would’ve been a double kill." As Adeline continued to run, she eventually reached the end of the passageway where a heavy wooden door blocked her path. She pushed it open and stepped into the night outside of the Crimson Pack’s walls, where a small forest stretched ahead Adeline paused for a moment to catch her breath, not paying attention to the wound yet. She knew she had to keep moving. With one last look back towards the wall that surrounded the pack house, Adeline turned and ran into the forest.

she says, voice low and dangerous, “and I will turn your bones to ash before you can scream.” One hunter lunges anyway, raising his axe. Adeline moves faster than I’ve ever seen her move. She slams her palm against his chest. A burst of silver-blue light explodes from her hand and the hunter flies backward as if struck by a battering ram. He crashes through the broken door, landing in a heap outside with a crack. The others freeze. Adeline smiles, but there is no warmth in it.Vines of light crawl up her neck and across her cheek like living tattoos.

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.

His gaze dropped to my lips for a fraction of a second before returning to my eyes. Neither of us moved. And I knew—deep in my bones—that this delivery was going to change everything. It was almost 1 a.m. by the time I got home. Cleo was fast asleep on the couch, one leg dangling off the side, looking so peaceful it made my chest ache with love and exhaustion. I draped a blanket over him gently, then collapsed onto my own bed. My mind wouldn’t shut off. Adrian’s intense eyes. The brush of his fingers. Kendra’s shameless moans and the way she’d ridden Professor Reed like she owned him.