Haunting Adeline Kindle Novels & Stories

Adeline’s POV It's been two weeks since the topic of marriage was laid out on the table and since then it's been quite hectic in the Carter household. There's been an obvious change in the atmosphere like everyone is walking on eggshells around me. I know they are being very cautious with words especially prohibited words, like Axel... I stare out of the window in the lecture hall and breathe out a sigh... A bit too loud... Wait. Oh crap the mic is on. Squeezing my eyes shut and then opening them again, I look around pretending like I wasn't the one who did that and just when I thought my plan would be a success, I take a second glance and see everyone staring, at me. Even the professor.

The door creaked open, and I glimpsed my exit – such a cruel taunt, to see the way out and be utterly unable to reach it – before it groaned shut again, the latch sliding home and sealing us both inside. Red-soled heels tapped against the floorboards. I reached for the stake, remembering the way the fire-haired vampire had crushed my hand the last time I had done so. But it slipped against my palm, and I closed my fingers around it. “Hello, little hunter,” Alice purred. The ugly jut of her chin was made all the more obvious by the shadows, which pooled around her like liquid night. Her dark eyes glittered, like a thousand stars extinguishing at once. She was the cold of space, the places whe

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he offered, wiggling his eyebrows despite himself. She stared at him for a long moment. Then she sighed. “Okay. Start from the beginning.” He did. He told her about the moved phone. The laptop. The drill. The beer bottles. The doors that wouldn’t open. The cold breezes. The handprints. Caroline listened quietly, her expression unreadable. When he finished, she leaned back in her chair. “Well,” she said carefully, “you’re either an idiot who can’t keep track of his things, or you have a helpful ghost.”

The room felt so cold. Adrain slowly walked towards her, his footsteps echoed through the room. Tap! Tap!! Tap!!! He stopped beside her. Clara quickly closed her eyes. She remembered what the ghost had told her, Don’t look into his eyes. No matter what happens… Don’t do it. “Clara,” Adrain called her softly. She refused to answer. “Look at me!” She shook her head. “No,” Clara refused. His voice remained calm. “I said…. Look at me.”

I couldn’t just sit here. I couldn’t hide while they fought for me. Shoving the door open, I stepped into the hallway, my breath catching in my throat. The house was eerily silent now, but outside—chaos. I moved to the door, gripping the frame as I looked out. Bodies. Everywhere. Some torn apart, others motionless in pools of blood. My stomach lurched. What the hell was happening? Then I saw him. Abaddon. He was in the center of the carnage, moving like a storm, like a force of nature. Faster than any man should be able to.

And strangely, I didn’t feel any attraction towards her. I wasn’t sure if it had faded over time since it was a stupid infatuation or if was it replaced by someone more…important? I walked out of the manor and found the ‘more important.’ Adeline stood before the birds with a bowl of grain in her hand, and she fed them. The birds seemed to be flocking around her as if she was snow white. Her lips moved as she looked at one of them. Was she talking to them? I moved closer to listen in.

she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s okay,” Delilah murmured gently, stroking Adeline’s hair as a mother would. The comforting gesture transported Adeline to a cherished memory of her mother’s golden hair gleaming in the sunlight, her radiant smile as she ran her fingers through Adeline’s hair while they sat on the swing in their backyard in London. Caught between the present and the past, Adeline’s grief blurred the lines. Her heart ached and she whispered softly, “Mom...” Delilah’s heart sank as she watched the young woman’s vulnerability. She didn’t interrupt while allowing Adeline to process her emotions.

“Adeline, come on!” Warm liquid seeps through Adeline’s clothes, and into the ground. I make quick work to press my hands as firmly as I can to the two holes in her body. The crimson liquid coats my arms in a matter of seconds, as the life drains out of her. “No, no, no. Please, say something Adie.” But Adeline stays still no matter how much I shake her. My vision blurs as my tears overflow, falling to Adeline’s cheeks, and that’s when I finally notice her eyes… lifeless and dull.

“I still can’t make up my mind if I wanna fuck you here or upstairs.” “You ain’t fucking me nowhere, Haunter. Make love? Wherever you feel like it, whenever you feel like it.” “That sounds so vanilla.” “Vanilla? Take off your glasses and I’ll show you vanilla.” * ** THE END **