Haunting Adeline Excerpt 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.

Before she could reach David, he suddenly lifted his cane and poked it into her chest. "You wretch!" Adeline cried out in pain, immediately clutching the area where David had just struck her. With a grunt, she knelt before David. She looked at David sorrowfully, overwhelmed by his chilling aura. Her swollen face made her look even uglier, and the dried bloodstains at the corner of her lips highlighted the sinister horror of her face. Yet, her eyes radiated with a stubborn viciousness.

Now he is gone, she is now no other than the smelly trash. I looked at her eyes. Trying to touch her soul. It will stain my eyes but still, I tried it. Her smile broadened. She really thought she could get me again. The back of my palm sensually caressed her cheek. I even crawled my fingers along the side of her jaw, searching for my affection for her. I can't feel it anymore. Nothing. It was gone. Adeline hugged me tightly. And I can say that even her embrace seems strange to me from this moment. “Where is she right now, Adeline?” I asked weakly with my eyes firmly closed. I don't want her to see how miserable I am. “Please, tell me.”

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.

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?’

I wish there was a way I could take away her pain but I could not, there is no way. I sighed and walked out of the room with the tray in my hands, walking out of the hallway and towards the kitchen where I saw Hannah cooking. She had a smile on her face immediately she saw me. “Miss.” She starts but I shook my head, placing the plate in the zinc so I could wash it. “Please don’t call me Miss, My name is Adeline.” I say and she smiled. “You can leave it, Adeline. I will wash it so you don’t have to.” She tells me but of course I would rather wash it

The overhead bulbs had begun flickering badly; the house preferred candles now, and I had stopped questioning it. The first journal belonged to Margaret Harrow, 1897 great-grandniece of the builder. Her early entries were careful and lovely, full of hope about starting over. Then the tone changed. She wrote of a presence that knew her name, dreams that left her aching and wet, a “gentleman in the walls” who came to her at night and made her body sing in ways no living man ever had. She described his cock in explicit, fevered detail: a burning shadow, endless, splitting her sweetly. She wrote of being fucked for hours, of coming until she wept, of begging him to fill her cunt, her ass, her th

Camilla stood, towering over her, and whispered, almost venomously, "I'll make your life a living hell." Adaline shrank back instinctively, eyes wide and heart pounding. Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her chest, trying to contain the sting, not just from the tea, but from the cruelty of it all. The room felt suffocating, every shadow somehow magnifying Camilla's presence. And in that moment, Adaline realized just how alone she was in the mansion even with Mrs. Margareta nearby, she could not protect her from this not to talk of when she's away. Camilla's smirk lingered as she turned slightly, leaving Adaline trembling in the corner, silently enduring the torment.

I was trapped on Riven's turf, sure, but I refused to give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing me completely stripped down and broken. From the edge of the tub, the bastard just towered over me. The full-blown, demonic madness that had glazed his eyes down at the dining table had finally receded. Instead, his lids were droopy and heavy. He actually looked entirely exhausted, like the sheer weight of his own psycho episode was finally catching up to him. Still, I didn't give a single fuck about his fatigue. He wasn't touching me, and I needed it to stay exactly that way. "Take the gown off, Adelina," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that scraped against the quiet room.

Suddenly, I felt my head grow heavy, the world around me blurred, and everything went black. **** Waking up, I found myself in a room twice larger than mine. The atmosphere of the room smelled rich, filled with lavender and a flavour I couldn't quite place. I tried to sit up, but the pain in my head didn't let me. Stephanie. I forced myself to stand up, ignoring the pain. One step, and I was on the floor. My head still felt heavy, and I couldn't get myself to do anything other than to sit still and wait for whoever would walk in.