Haunting Adeline Chapter 16 Pdf Novels & Stories

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.

He placed Azalea's body over his shoulder and soon enough they were inside the mansion. Once inside Azalea was placed in a circle surrounded by candles, skeleton skulls and blood marks. He retrieved a book from his bedroom and got on his knees. He began to chant a language which was encrypted and couldn't be understood. Soon enough Azalea started thrashing on the floor and making grunt noises more like a hungry growl. He continued the same chant and suddenly her jerked open. They were bright red, her skin tone was a ghostly pale white,her brown hair became richer,two fangs appeared, her lips were cherry red.

Saw the blood drip into her mouth. “No!” Yvette screamed. The memory ripped away. She fell to the ground, gasping. The ghost of Adeline leaned over her. “You cannot undo the pact,” she whispered. “Only pass it on.” “No.” “Then she dies.” --- --- Yvette stood slowly. Her whole body trembled. “I will never give her to you.” Adeline smiled sadly. “Then take her place.” The room spun. The candles flared. Yvette collapsed into darkness. --- When she awoke, she was back in Cara’s room.

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

Unease crept through her chest instantly. Someone was staring at her. Her heartbeat slowed painfully. Slowly— Elena turned around. And froze. A woman stood in the corner of the room. Ghostly pale. Long black hair hanging around a sunken face. Large hollow eyes stared directly at Elena without blinking. Her white dress was soaked heavily in blood. And lodged deep inside her stomach— Was a knife. Blood dripped slowly onto the floor beneath her. Elena’s breathing stopped. The woman took one slow step forward.

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.

Everyone who tells her that they will do anything to understand Adeline is untrue. Adeline woke up the next day and noticed her sight went back to normal. It was like an immediate miracle. She decided that she should have someone to tell about her eye condition so that she could get an opinion. But who can she talk to about that? Her friend Chris wasn’t an exemption from her options, so she had the courage to go to his apartment before she went straight to work. She tried to knock on his door… but no one seemed to answer. Her thoughts went crazy, ‘Has he left already? Did he really leave without even letting me know? What happened last night was already a goodbye from him? Why?’

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

And though she held the keys in hand, her home no less than fifty steps away, she stood, lost in a turbulent sea of raging ghosts and regretful memories. She had risen that day. Had opened her eyes to find the chapel barren save for the lit candles and dead-eyed saints. The Raven had left, its prey captured, entrails nibbled, carcass picked clean, bones discarded. In truth, she’d only stirred when she’d heard the door click shut and Mother’s thudding footsteps march down the hall.