Haunting Adeline Mirror Chapter Novels & Stories

rich. ‎" Oh well this is Adeline" my dad smiled at me as the man opposite him turned to me. He looked deep into my eyes I felt small under his gaze. I looked away as I looked down. I could still feel his stare. I heard him hum lightly which made me look up. ‎"This will do" the man said as he stood up and his men followed him out. But my dad stood up and stopped them before they left. ‎"this is my older daughter. The deal was for the youngest" my dad chimed. A what? I was so lost.

"Welcome home Adelina." Now, they were just a few steps away from the front porch of the three storey French Normandy mansion. She glanced around the house vindictively. How much she had missed this sight. Simone drew open the double front door and wheeled Adelina into the mostly dark room. Except for a candle lit in the middle of what she suspected to be a cake, the living room was dark. Just as she was about to ask where everyone had gone, the voices came out in a loud boom.

Everyone who tells her that they will do anything to understand Adeline is untrue. Adeline woke up the next day and noticed her sight went back to normal. It was like an immediate miracle. She decided that she should have someone to tell about her eye condition so that she could get an opinion. But who can she talk to about that? Her friend Chris wasn’t an exemption from her options, so she had the courage to go to his apartment before she went straight to work. She tried to knock on his door… but no one seemed to answer. Her thoughts went crazy, ‘Has he left already? Did he really leave without even letting me know? What happened last night was already a goodbye from him? Why?’

Adeline hurriedly pulled the jacket over her body and, instantly, felt much warmer than before. "Mister, shouldn't we think of a way to get back up there? We can't just sit here and do nothing!" Receiving no reply, Adeline thought that he might have not heard her. Just as she was about to repeat her question, Adrian spoke, "Do you believe in miracles? I believe we're going to see one soon." Adeline tilted her head in confusion at that. Just then, she spotted a tiny firefly in front of her. It perched on the tree near them.

I taunted and rejoice upon seeing the brazen look on her face. If looks could kill, we'd both be dead because I wasn't backing down in giving her glaring look. "I knew you won't be contented at all, after all Darren had done, you are parading yourself like a cheap sl..." "If you value your pack, it's advisable to swallow those words of yours" She gasped and stared at me in shock, "who are you? I would make sure Darren would throw you into the streets " "I'm Miranda Adams and I have come to share the good news, since you don't seem to have plans on inviting me in, then I would say at the door"

she thought, despair creeping in. The sound of laughter and chatter outside the stall amplified her unease. Adeline opened her eyes, determination sparking. "I need to get out of here." Adeline walked toward the exit, eager to escape the evening's discomfort. As she turned a corner, her eyes fell on two shadowy figures in the dark alley. She slowed her pace, curiosity getting the better of her. A familiar voice whispered, "I'll always love him." Adeline's heart skipped a beat. Emily. She moved closer, her eyes adjusting to the dim light.

Chapter 5 The Gathering of Blood POV: Adelina McKenna There are moments when you know the ground beneath you is about to shift. Moments when the silence before the storm hums so loud it fills your chest. Tonight was one of those moments. I stood in front of an ornate, double-height mirror in the dressing chamber attached to my room, staring at my reflection like it was a stranger. The gown I’d been instructed to wear shimmered in moonlit blue, stitched with silver along the cuffs, collar, and hem. It was elegant. Regal. Almost… ceremonial.

After dinner, the cup of milk appeared right on schedule. I lifted the cup, took a couple of sips, and kept the liquid in my mouth. Faking a trip to pour some water, I silently spat it out into the kitchen sink. The faint, bitter aftertaste clung stubbornly to the back of my tongue. I poured the remaining half-glass of milk into the sterile vial. At 1:00 am, thinking I was fast asleep, Alice slipped quietly out of bed. My eyes were cracked open just enough to see her grab her phone and walk out into the living room.

she repeated. Terry turned the dimmers to full. Fluorescents flared. The chamber sharpened: cables like veins, the Worm crouched and waiting, and—across the hall—a mural waking. Where soot had flaked, pigment breathed. The boy’s hands were lifted not in fear but offering; the Minotaur’s eyes had found a red no torch should give. Jessica swallowed whatever that did to her and stepped to the breach with Module 22 live. She aimed the tablet’s camera at the new edges, scanning for any carved line that hadn’t seen light in eighty years.

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”