Haunting Adeline Hard Cover Novels & Stories

The line went dead, and Reed placed his phone carefully on the table. Adeline was at the Palace, and she had lied about going for a pedicure session. "Whatever are you up to, darling?" Reed asked himself. The door of the room opened, and he turned around to find Adeline coming into the room with three shopping bags in her right hand, and three in her left. Reed wore a smile on his face as he rose from the chair to meet her. Adeline did seem shocked by this, but she was quick to mask the emotion.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

“Right now your aunt needs our help, and the longer we take to save her, the more dangerous things become. All I need is for you to tell me every–” She opened the door, staring at me with those cold looking eyes that felt like she was going to do worse than just killing me. “There were four of them, all dressed in black tuxedos. And a fifth, also in black, but he had a cane and a hat that barely covered his eyes. Aunt Emi asked me to hide in my room, but I heard every conversation they had that night. It seemed like she knew them, only that she didn't expect to see them in such weird appearance.” “The guy in hat, you didn't see his face, did you?” I asked, and she shook her head.

She wanted to read, but there were no books in the new house—she’d forgotten to bring them. “Oh, wait… Mom gave me a package from Aunt Samantha earlier. Maybe there are books inside,” Adeline said to herself, happily grabbing the paper bag. Inside were two books with different covers: The Marriage Secrets and The Baby Book. Samantha had obviously chosen them for Adeline. “I’m not really interested in these kinds of books… but it’s better than being bored,” she muttered, settling on the sofa with the books. Inevitably, she drifted off to sleep while reading—a habit she’d had for years.

The floors were polished marble, and the walls were decorated with photographs of beaches, mountains, and fancy events that looked like scenes from old Hollywood. There was a faint smell of fresh flowers — roses, maybe — drifting from somewhere deeper inside. I swallowed hard. “I think this house is bigger than my entire life.” Adeline snorted. “Come on. Let me show you around before you get dramatic.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me through a hallway that looked like it belonged in a museum. “This is Adrian’s room,” she said as we passed a door on the left. “Don’t enter unless you want to die. He hates people touching his stuff.”

"There is the answer you want. When you figure it out, I will naturally let you out!" "Granny, don't go, granny..." No matter how hard she shouted, she could only hear the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, until she could no longer hear them. Turning around and turning his back to the door, Adeline looked at the huge library in the room. An inexplicable sense of unease flashed across his heart. When his gaze landed on a painting not too far away, Adeline couldn't help but walk forward. ******

The words died in my throat when I realized it wasn't one of my scouts. Adeline stood by the heavy oak doors, her hand still resting on the latch. She wasn't wearing her usual silk dresses. Instead, she was draped in a sheer, transparent robe that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The firelight from the hearth licked at the curves of her body, casting long, honeyed shadows over skin that had been oiled to a shimmer. "What the hell are you doing in my office, Adeline?" I asked, my voice dropping into a dangerous, low register. “And in that?”

The moon hung low and full, casting pale light that flickered through the canopy, painting the forest floor with ghostly patterns. The Ashfang Pack territory was unfamiliar, a tangled web of old magic and older grudges. The curse that bound our families whispered through the trees, carried on the wind like a warning I couldn’t ignore. I could feel it clawing at my blood, reminding me that this was no ordinary hunt. Elena Blackthorne—my second chance mate—was more than a name now. She was the key, the hope, and the danger all wrapped into one.

I shook my head, “If anything it has gotten worse, I don’t have to speak to him. He is able to read my thoughts, apparently.” “That’s great, so all the information and everything you have done for the order is at his disposal.” “No. I have to be thinking about it for him to hear it.” I corrected him. Alpha Rawlins frowned, “I will have to kill that vampire and break the bond he shares with you.” “You’d kill Nerine in the process.” General Abtez stated. “It’s General Nerine.” I corrected him and he turned to glare at me. “I think we should drop the titles at least for tonight, if we used them around the humans, it would look weird.” Alpha Rawlins pointed out.

My feet cripples and I collapse on the van floor. A hand pick me up and throw me at the corner. They slammed the boy to my side. He wheezed. I gasp. His head hits my rib side, sending black spots to my eyes. I’m still coughing and gasping for air when a shoe heel pressed itself in my head. Forcing me to bend. “So it wasn’t that challenging to find you.” Adeline said, exerting force to her heel, bending me lower. I catch a crack of glimpse behind her shoe. Her blood red lips curl into a smile. A calculative evil smile. And I can’t suppress the shudder running through my spine. The groundkeeper has settled himself in the passenger seat at the front.