Haunting Adeline Chapter 16 Pdf Novels & Stories

I slammed my mind walls shut, he clearly needed time to chill, and I needed the space to breathe. This was the torment I had been dealing with ever since I met Adeline in my literature class a week ago. Dax had been making my life a living hell with his relentless demands to mate and mark her. Heck, I couldn't even remember how many times he had forced me to run to her window under the cover of night, just to be close enough to inhale that intoxicating scent of hers. It was the only thing keeping him sane, that, and a brutal spar with some of the pack warriors.

He stormed out without another word. The door slammed behind him. I waited until the echo faded before pulling my phone out again. Still no reply from Adeline. She’d read it, I was sure of it. But she hadn’t said anything back. The little Canary that makes me even more intrigued. She wasn’t just some drunk girl who made a mistake. She knew what she was doing. She looked me in the eye and dared me to cross the line—and when I did, she didn’t flinch. And now she was hiding?

"If anything, it makes things simpler." "Simpler how?" "Now you don't have any reason to stay married to me." Adeline's face crumpled. "You're a monster." She pushed past me and went to get dressed. A few minutes later, she came back downstairs and left with the police officers. After they were gone, I went back upstairs to Rebecca. She was sitting up in bed, looking worried. "I heard voices," she said. "What happened?" "Adeline's mother is dead," I said.

"The astrologer said, as soon as you sign here, your stars will immediately align with Charlie's. You… You have to sign… Please." I took the pen without hesitation and signed my name. As I finished the final stroke and lifted my gaze, I met Adrian's venomous gaze. I could see it clearly now—the signs of his decline were written on his face, darker and more defined than ever before. "Claire… Milton… You bitch, how dare you betray me!" he roared. He was about to lunge at me when his body suddenly froze. He clutched his chest, and his face contorted in agony. Then, he coughed up a torrent of crimson blood.

The world tilted, and cold sweat beaded on my brow. “Elena?” Silas’s voice was behind me, calm but edged with concern. I blinked, struggling to steady myself. “I… I don’t know what’s happening.” He reached out, steadying me with hands that were warm against the chill. “Come inside. You need rest.” Inside the tent, Mara and Severa, our healer, awaited anxiously. Severa was a woman of ancient wisdom, her gray eyes seeing beyond flesh to spirit. She took my hand, closing her eyes as a gentle wind seemed to stir the very air around us.

Chapter 13 Adaline rushed into the mansion the moment the car came to a halt. She didn't wait for the driver. She didn't look back. Her shoes barely made a sound against the marble floor as she hurried inside, her chest tight, her vision blurred. She kept her head down, as if the walls themselves might laugh at her if she lifted her gaze. Mrs. Margareta was in the hallway. The older woman looked up just in time to see Adaline pass too fast, too stiff, her shoulders trembling despite the rigid way she held herself. One look was enough. Years of serving in that house had taught Margareta how to read silence better than words. Something was wrong.

He asked when he noticed her expression; the oblivious mien she had on. Adelina drew back from his hands tucking the strand of hair he had been toying with behind her ear. "Yes." She deadpanned. It was then her legs decided to give in and she fell to the ground, too quickly for Jonathan to get his strong grip around her. One of the servants who saw this dashed upstairs to get her wheel chair. Blaine had been going through a fashion magazine Adelina had offered him to pass time, when he saw the woman rush inside and out after grabbing the wheel chair. Sensing that something had happened, he followed her down to the living room.

The other, one with the disguise of a painted face, gripped her shoulder. “Look,” red lips whispered from the white-painted face. “Look at it.” The shadows stared at it, motionless, until Dominguez held the thing up and delivered it into their arms. “I need a moment,” Dominguez faltered. “Just a moment.” He stood and ambled with slow steps to accompany them toward the gates. Anne’s eyes opened a fraction to witness their departure. Old Dominguez and the shadows fled toward the gates. Anne drew on a faint memory of the old tales of Marion Cemetery. Yes, she knew of those faded stories of the shadows as Damon had known of them, but she had never seen the cemetery shadows for herself until this

Adeline’s POV It's been two weeks since the topic of marriage was laid out on the table and since then it's been quite hectic in the Carter household. There's been an obvious change in the atmosphere like everyone is walking on eggshells around me. I know they are being very cautious with words especially prohibited words, like Axel... I stare out of the window in the lecture hall and breathe out a sigh... A bit too loud... Wait. Oh crap the mic is on. Squeezing my eyes shut and then opening them again, I look around pretending like I wasn't the one who did that and just when I thought my plan would be a success, I take a second glance and see everyone staring, at me. Even the professor.

That was the last thing I heard my wolf say. ....I'm sorry... Yeah, I'm sorry too... Last thing I felt was a tear slipping down my cheek. This is it. Then I faded away into darkness. Finally... ~~~~~~~~^~^~~~~~~^ An: Awwww bummer, Adriane's dead.