Haunting Adeline House Novels & Stories

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

She put the phone and the handbag on the seat beside her and started driving. ***** Adeline was in the kitchen cooking. She was wearing singlet and used head bunt. She was living a normal life and happy with it. “Can it be Prey that called me few minutes ago that is knocking at the door?” She asked herself as she was hearing knocks at the door. She left the kitchen and going to check. “Hold on, I’m here” she muttered as she got down to the living room. She went to the door and opened it gently.

After a few more moments of quietly searching the room for anything else of value or importance, Adeline decided that they headed to the second floor of the mansion. Upon reaching the second floor, Adeline pushed open the door to her old room. The room was exactly as she had left it. Even her bed, which she had made, was still perfect. The lantern beside her bed was still lit, as if it had been waiting for her all this time.

Tom’s house. Upon arrival, Adeline and Aunt Ann got out of the taxi and saw a large crowd gathered at the house. Adeline frowned in confusion. “Aunt Ann… why are so many people at Grandpa’s house?” she asked, but Aunt Ann remained silent. “Auntie… why aren’t you answering?” Adeline asked again, but Aunt Ann didn’t respond. Frustrated by Aunt Ann’s silence, Adeline pushed forward and entered the house. “What… is going on here?” she murmured, her heart pounding in both fear and anticipation.

“We’re here,” Daveed announces as we pull up the garage. Adeline’s the first one out, stepping around the car to help Dante out along with Luca. To be honest, when I’d first heard the word safehouse, I’d expected a beatdown, haphazardly patched-up house, but what stands before me is the most beautiful seaside mansion. It’s still dark, but the dark brown panels are a beautiful complement to the large glass windows. “It’s chilly, we better get inside.” Adeline walks past me to open the front doors as I turn around and see Dante leaning heavily against Daveed and Luca.

Crash! Adeline flinched as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other wing of the house. The sudden commotion pulled her from her seat; a storm was brewing, and she could already guess the source. In the hallway, a scene of domestic tyranny unfolded. Eleanor stood over one of the maids, her face contorted with a rage that aged her beyond her years. At her feet lay a mangled designer dress and a shattered glass, the floor a hazardous mosaic of liquid and shards.

Adeline refused to answer my calls and texts, I sure know how she feels about not wanting to see me, I just pray I'm not too late. Rushing into the Mansion No staff greeted me, I had texted them earlier to give the place privacy. Up the curved staircase, past framed black-and-white photographs of city skylines and forgotten family portraits, I moved with purpose toward the master suite. The door was ajar. Inside, Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, still in the charcoal blazer and silk blouse she’d worn to the office that morning. Her knees were drawn together, phone cradled in both hands like something fragile and poisonous. The screen glowed against her face, illuminating the tracks of dri

Adeline was shocked. “Are these werewolves able to read minds?” Adeline thought in her mind. “We can't read minds but it's written all over your face. Your expressions are kinda readable.” Josephine told her how they can tell what's going on in her mind. When Adeline was back in Allister house everyone was happy to have her back. She noticed only Vasili was missing there. So she excused herself and went to meet her husband. When she opened the door the room was dark and it was filled with smoke.

Before entering, Ivan walked next to me and spoke in his warm, gentle voice as he shielded me from the crowd with his broad shoulders. His faint masculine pheromones, mingled with the crisp scent of cedarwood, lingered at the tip of my nose. The sunlight outside was completely blocked out as soon as we stepped into the haunted house. The passage grew more and more narrow as we walked, and I could barely see the path beneath my feet as it was dim inside. Chelsea was braver than I, and she led the way, scouting ahead and leaving me sandwiched in the middle between her and Ivan in the back. It was so cramped that I could even feel Ivan's warm chest brushing against my back as we moved.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.