Haunting Adeline Hard Cover Novels & Stories

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”

As she inhaled the sweet scent of innocence, the growl faded and then the power subsided. “Sleep,” Adeline said, approaching Electra and her eyes that had been glowing gold, returned to black. Carefully she reached for the necklace and pulled the crystal out of Electra’s shirt. It was now clear with a few veins of white running through it. “Sleep a little while longer.” Electra raised her hand to the back of her head. “What…” Smiling, Adeline closed her hand over the amulet. When she released it, the pewter wolf was still curled up, but the head was raised as if sniffing the air. “What happened? Your wolf is trying to wake up. It will happen soon.”

I only knew it, the same as I'd known with the dying wolf in the woods. "Let me try," I heard myself say. The old Healer coughed from the floor, clutching his ribs. "Try? Girl, I have forty years in the craft and I couldn't hold him. You'll be dead before you reach the middle of the room." But Adeline was in the doorway now, both hands pressed white against her mouth, and her eyes were only on her son. Whatever else that woman was, the terror on her face was real. "Let her try," she whispered. "Please. Let her."

His eyes narrowed playfully when I told him it was fitting. I was curled up on my side of the bed, watching as Adley rummaged through her suitcase. Skirts and lacey underwear slid across the floor as she tossed them behind her, digging through the little zippered compartment in the back. “If I had to guess, they were probably looking for these.” She replied, pulling out two hardcover books. Both were small but thick. While one was black and cracked like leather, the other was pink and looked soft to the touch. “Everything Ally and I know about the curse and the prophecy is in these books. All that we’ve seen, as chaotic as it is, is in these books. And before you ask, you can’t read them.”

The rise and fall of his chest with each steady breath was a comforting sight, assuring her that he was safe and secure in the depth of his dreams. Adrienne's gaze drifted over his closed eyelids, imagining the vibrant hues that lay hidden beneath. She traced the curve of his strong jawline, reveling in the smoothness of his skin. Her fingers were beckoned to touch his hair, the soft strands inviting her to run her fingertips through them, relishing their silkiness.

XANDER’S POV I stared at the TV screen in horror. The videos and pictures flashing before my eyes seemed unreal. Adeline, dancing seductively in her underwear, her naked pictures in hotels. It was a nightmare. "CEO of AD Jewelry, Adeline, exposed as a fraud," one headline screamed. "Her real source of income: sugar daddies," another blared. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Beside me, Adeline crumpled to the floor in shock. She didn't cry or scream. She just stared at the screen quietly, as if the life had been sucked out of her.

he nodded, as he started to tell what was found in the Anderson Mansion. Adeline Anderson was found dead at 5 a.m. this morning, the first to find her dead in her bed was her daughter, Francesca, or as it’s said in the police report. They have taken Adeline's body for postmortem, the report is expected in the afternoon tomorrow. This has been classified as a high-profile case. They are speculating poison. She had signs of torture. "Signs of torture?" I asked and I looked at Killian—his eyes frozen on the screen and his fingers stopped at the top of it. He stilled as cold descended on him. "What is it?" I asked, taking the iPad from him, and he didn't protest.

Riven spoke, his voice too husky for the ears. I couldn’t look away. Not when he kept pressing forward. Kept pressing into me. I tried to flatten my hands on his chest, tried to create some fucking space. That was impossible. This deaf bastard had sunk so deep into me I felt— “You’re trying to drive me insane, Adelina.” His utterance stopped me from glancing down. Our eyes met, and unlike my dazed, droopy ones, his were steady. Even when he leaned in, peppered my collarbones with kisses, his gaze remained steady.

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

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.