Haunting Adeline Excerpt Novels & Stories

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?"

“Adeline, come on!” Warm liquid seeps through Adeline’s clothes, and into the ground. I make quick work to press my hands as firmly as I can to the two holes in her body. The crimson liquid coats my arms in a matter of seconds, as the life drains out of her. “No, no, no. Please, say something Adie.” But Adeline stays still no matter how much I shake her. My vision blurs as my tears overflow, falling to Adeline’s cheeks, and that’s when I finally notice her eyes… lifeless and dull.

Adeline was shocked. “Are these werewolves able to read minds?” Adeline thought in her mind. “We can't read minds but it's written all over your face. Your expressions are kinda readable.” Josephine told her how they can tell what's going on in her mind. When Adeline was back in Allister house everyone was happy to have her back. She noticed only Vasili was missing there. So she excused herself and went to meet her husband. When she opened the door the room was dark and it was filled with smoke.

The door was half open, and I stopped in front of it, lifted my hand, hesitated, then knocked once, barely a tap. The door swung wider almost right away, and Adeline stood there. She looked… unreal in a tight black skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, ending just above her knees, a white silk blouse tucked in perfectly, the fabric so thin I could see the faint outline of her bra underneath, and high black heels that made her legs look endless. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat low bun, not one strand loose, and she had on red lipstick, dark enough to look almost black in the low light. She didn’t smile. She just looked at me with those steady eyes that always made me feel small and e

" Adeline shouted and tried to stand, but her knees shook with a strange intensity. She fell back. "Watch how you deteriorate slowly. The wound on your back will speed up the action, and that wound will start spreading till you die in three hours. No one is coming to save you anyways. See you in hell." Poe waved, walking out of the basement. "Poe!!!!!" Adeline screamed helplessly on the ground as the door closed.

And strangely, I didn’t feel any attraction towards her. I wasn’t sure if it had faded over time since it was a stupid infatuation or if was it replaced by someone more…important? I walked out of the manor and found the ‘more important.’ Adeline stood before the birds with a bowl of grain in her hand, and she fed them. The birds seemed to be flocking around her as if she was snow white. Her lips moved as she looked at one of them. Was she talking to them? I moved closer to listen in.

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.

I thought it was only reasonable when they got their punishment when they were alive. But these newfound feelings for this mortal, mystifies me, what was happening to me, father? ************* Adeline pov~ My eyes fluttered lazily at the sound, coming from my door. I closed my eyes again and buried my head into the fluffy pillow. I felt like I was floating in the water, so relaxed, heavenly, and mesmerized. "Mr. Sandros, Mr. Jedrick asked me to escort you to him." a lady knocked at my door. I sunk further into my bed and made myself comfortable.

A chill traced my spine. “He’d hum it in the spring,” she went on, as if we were old friends sharing memories by a fire. “After his shifts. After our bond. I thought it was just a song, but after the curse… I heard it in the trees. It didn’t sound like a song anymore. It sounded like hunger.” She turned. Her eyes met mine—empty and full all at once. “You smell like her,” she said. “Like truth and desperation.” “Elena,” I said.

I watched him turn his back on me once more, walking up the grand staircase of the mansion, not even glancing back at the wet, messy footprints I left on the floor. I bit my lower lip while staring at his retreating figure. His broad shoulders, his perfect posture, and his icy demeanor only fanned the flames consuming me from within. The harder he resisted, the more challenged I felt. Matthew stopped halfway up the stairs when he heard my footsteps. Even though he was kicking me out, I remained standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, looking up at him while tightly pulling my bathrobe closed to heavily emphasize my curves. "I thought I made myself clear, Adeline," he commanded coldly,