Haunting Adeline Full Book Novels & Stories

I said to him calmly even though my heart was racing. I couldn't help but have a really bad feeling about this. I felt all this wouldn't end well. But I decided to remain calm, positive, and hopeful. Adrian exhaled and sat down as I instructed. “Talk,” was all he said to Melisa, and she nodded. “Miss Charlotte Hartley was found dead in her room a few hours ago, in a pool of her own blood,” Melisa said, making me gasp in shock. Charlotte was murdered. That was the first thing that came to my mind.

That was a task I’d enjoy to no end, and it’d kept me busy for days while I remained stuck in the Manor, until the works at the guesthouse were over. It took me almost an hour, but I finally found it. So I turned all the lights off, leaving only the foot lamp in the corner, and curled up in the armchair by it with the book, the woolen blanket wrapped around my legs. I would’ve killed for a coffee, but I knew that if I went down to get one, I wouldn’t be able to come back. I had the idea that the part about the ley lines and the headstocks was near the end, but I wasn’t about to go flicking through it to find that specific part. So I opened the book by the first of the 640 pages and started r

The more she walked, the less she saw anyone, until she was completely alone. As she turned the corner, she saw Tina standing there. A gun in her hand. “Good girl,” Tina grinned. “I like people who obey instructions. Turn off your phone and hand it over.” Adele obeyed. “Where is Jay?” “Let's go see him. How is Dan? Hope all this hasn’t upset him?” Adele ignored her. They walked until they came to a rundown house. “It used to be a beach house for a elderly couple who have both died.” Tina explained, pushing her in.

Ada Steele:- With a wild gasp of repulsion, I awoke, my hand darting to my chest where a moment before the dagger had struck through my heart, or rather what had seemed a moment. It felt as though my lungs were burning, my throat was scorched, and I was gazing with wide-open eyes at the gentle morning light pouring in the usual transparent curtains. My heart was beating with great thudding, my bosom heaving up and down under violent gasps of breath, as I gazed around this small, humble room, formerly my own, in the packhouse.

The kitchen is exactly as it was. I move back to stand at the glass wall that faces the city and I press two fingers to it — light, the way you test a surface for heat. Cold. Real. I look at the city and mutter to myself. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this, Marcus.” Some boy. ‘Uncle Adrian.’ *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•* The Aldridge Foundation dinner is exactly what it always is.

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

I swiped the notes and began reading. About five hours had passed and Adeline was still reading not realizing how long it had been that she had not been seen in the 'Actual world' ~~~~~~ "Adeline" I heard someone's voice call out my name but I had simply thought it was Christan's voice in my imagination, I yawned and rubbed my eyes tiredly not realizing the person staring at me, my back ached from laying down against the cold tiles, I had to change position when It was necessary. "Are you going to keep ignoring me?" I heard the person say again and furrowed my eyebrows, placing the book beside me and plopped up on my elbows. My eyes widened on seeing the person leaning against the shelf, sta

When I look into the woods, I can see the snail climbing up the tree far from where we are. "Come on, you are not going to stay in the woods forever." Gabriel steps away from me and shifts. Sighing I get up from the ground and shift too running alongside Gabriel as we head towards the place that now is my home. I realise how happy and renewed I feel about the whole thing. I just love the new peaceful feeling I feel right now knowing Helena is dead. When we make it to the inside of the house, Dahlia yells after us. "No wolves allowed inside the house." she yells.

She thought of the morning when she had found Damon cold and pale in their bed, and her mind shifted to the previous night when everything had been so different. Damon sat in his makeshift study, surrounded by stacks of information. He read through the books around him and took up his black ballpoint pen every so often to write. Anne had slipped in to wish him goodnight, initially, but hadn’t said anything in the end. He had paused in his writing to accept the drink from her. They shared their last moment without words. Damon came to bed late. He never woke up again. Now Anne was here, buried almost halfway into the frozen white snow of the mountain. What really brought her here? Was it madn

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.