Haunting Adeline Excerpt Novels & Stories

On my peripheral vision, he gave me a glance and even I turned my back, I felt his eyes piercing. Another silent rejection from Mr. Huntington. This is crazy...

A ripple of awe passed through her—she had sensed her sister’s gift was unusual, but to hear it spoken of with such weight stirred something deeper in her. --- Later that morning, Arda and Adeline sat with the Salutary in the library, a room lined with old leather-bound texts and smelling faintly of cedar. Gillow paced near the tall windows, silent but watchful. Adeline’s voice trembled slightly as she recounted her experience. “I went out to the balcony just after sunrise. The light touched me and… I don’t know what came over me. My body seized, I couldn’t move. Then I saw it—flashes, like pieces of another world. There was fighting during the ceremony. Blood. Bodies falling. And mountain a

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

Before she could turn around, Madeline was walking towards her, "Adeline are you going somewhere?" The Lady stared briefly at her and nodded in response, "mmm." Adeline answered, looking at the girl before her. "You should not wait for me, I am going to see a friend and I'll be back a little bit late." Without waiting for a reply, she walked away and into the Cab. Madeline had an unspeakable expression on her face as she peered at Adeline's before she strutted to her class. Not long after, a cab pulled over at the center of the city. Adeline stepped down from the Cab after paying the transport fare. She crossed over to the other side of the road and stopped at a gorgeous building.

Madame was dead and this red room was the deep of her dark cave. Glancing into her cup, Lucky saw her final sip. Felt the sudden breeze. A wind that was like the gentle sigh of something lonely and longing. A sigh that ruffled the cobwebs from Madame’s hair. That brought with it the scent of putrid dust and fetid flesh. That peeled flakes of dried skin from Madame that lifted and ducked and dove and swam through the air. That danced near the window and darted away from the rain and spiraled and swooped to land in Lucky’s Lipton.

Nothing happened but a dead silent stare down. Delilah walked up to Malfred, he was seated on a cushion opposite Delilah. He didn't have time to get her a seat since she barge in his mansion, with him dressed in a robe. When she normally alerts him for a visit he prepares a chair for her. A chair he kept aside and normally worshipped. But today Delilah decided to stand and break the news to him. She reduced the distance between them. Her right leg lifts up in the hair, the bottom of her heel lands on Malfred's chin and the top of her heel pressed against the bridge of his nose.

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.

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?

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.”

“It’s impossible… isn’t it?” The scent and memories were like a poison that was killing me. Hence, right after I gulped the left whiskey in my glass, I stood up and rushed around the pack, following her scent, until I found Adeline at the dining hall, leisurely picking foods from the buffet. “What the hell!” she cursed as I grabbed her by the arm, causing her to lose grip of her plate. Shuttered pieces flew all over the place, and the food was scattered on the floor.