Haunting Adeline Free Read Online Novels & Stories

It was a text from unknown number. *"Enjoying your accommodations? Don't worry, you won't be there long. In twelve days, at the wedding, everything ends. The Gravanos fall. Your sister becomes ours. And you? You'll watch it all happen, helpless and blamed for everything. This is what happens when students surpass their teachers. Goodbye, Adeline. - S"* Then another text. This time it was a photo. Of Belle…. In her room at the mansion. It was taken from inside from her laptop camera.

I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his. The eyes that glared back at me were as black as the night's sky, and seeing those jet-black pools sparked something deep inside my brain. Visions of the morning’s nightmare quickly flooded my mind and took over every sense that I had. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, as it silently dragged me back into its deadly grasp. *** Tristan Cole Freya lifted her head up and I guessed that she wanted me to kiss her. Damn, I could do so much more to her right now. She smelled amazing, and I could hear her heart racing, every time my fingers or lips caressed her skin.

If he thought too much about it, he’d probably turn tail and run. But right now, he walked her backward until she sat down on his desk. They gazed at each other, breathing heavily, and Adam traced the lines of her tattoo. He had only glanced at it before, but now he studied it, intrigued. Drawn in swaths of purple and blue and lined in black, it was a mermaid with a graceful tail and long, blue hair. It reached from her upper bicep almost to her elbow, an expansive piece that looked alive.

Was it possible to be married to an Ekalot without getting support ? "Lilah, I don't think I will let this go. I will make sure your life is miserable than it is now for deceiving me." Malfred threatens with a glare that didn't move Delilah at all. "Then I hope you can handle ten folds of what you make me pass through, I'll make sure you'll be begging to taste hell." Delilah turns and exits the Mansion to meet Theodore who was parked outside, she smiled when she heard a scowl coming from the inside of the mansion. She quickly got in, Theodore strapped her seatbelt for her before she could and off they were In the streets.

“Now rise, rotten apple, and let us be rid of you.” Above her, the neon glowed red, the color more sunset than shocking crimson in the rain-slicked sidewalk at her feet. Across the street, the door to Eidolon waited. The rain still fell, the drops so light they no longer pelted the thin plastic tied beneath her chin. 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.

It was all a tangled web of power, secrets, and darkness—and she was caught in the middle. But the question remained: Could she survive it? Certainly! Let’s continue, deepen the tension, and expand the emotional stakes of the chapter. --- Lena stood frozen, her chest rising and falling with each breath, but her mind was spinning too fast to catch up with the horror unfolding before her. Lucien’s words kept echoing in her head, drowning out all logic. A ritual? A curse? Adrian’s involvement? And the bond between them that she didn’t even know existed.

Brent probably went to check on Shawna, and Tor will be busy overseeing the surrender of the survivors. “Did you find Harriet?” Brent asks. “No. Just her lackey.” “I’m no one’s lackey,” Adele protests. “I am Lady Adele, high mistress of-” Amalie’s eyes flash and Adele goes whiter than white. With her free hand, she starts to claw at her neck. She slowly turns crimson, then blue. “Edira stop!” I order and push my aura out at Amalie. My mate falls to her knees, breathing heavily and trembling from head to toe while Adele inhales sharply and starts to whimper.

Amira, a young woman of ethereal beauty, lay in peaceful slumber upon the silken sheets, her chest rising and falling with each tranquil breath. Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, the vampire approached with a hushed reverence. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and longing, beheld her delicate features, bathed in the moon's tender caress. His heart, frozen in time, quickened with anticipation.

she said turning the pages onto the next bloodline, both paused seeing the ink splattered against the entire page “Oh no,” Layana said as she raised the book to see better but it was difficult, Declan took the book from her ‘House Adair… with the ability to read one’s mind and to destroy… it’s hard to make out,” he murmured raising the book closer to his face, but it was futile, the ink had covered it completely, “Read one’s mind I'm sure that’s what I did…” she said, Declan turned the page but like the page before it, the ink had covered it completely.

With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series. The large mahogany grandfather clock in the hall chimes its tune. It's only chimed three times since she started reading. The tune echoes up through the house and reverberates through her ears. Staring at the words The End on the Kindle in her lap, she blinks in disbelief. She has finished the remaining three books in the series, in record time according to the percentage statistics on the Kindle. Her eyes flew across the pages at record speed and yet, she can still recall every line with insane precision, every plot twist connects. It seems that all her cognitive processing is moving at an incredi