Haunting Adeline Mirror Chapter Novels & Stories

Her eyes held hatred and anger that reminded Mira of herself before she met Cohen. "How's the other side?" Mira asked with a small smile. "What did you do to Stefano?" Adeline asked her back. "Ah, of course," Mira said, realizing the bait Alistair used to lure Adeline. Adeline grabbed Mira by the neck and shoved her to the wall. "What did you do to him?" Mira leaned her face forward and stared into Adeline's eyes. "I was told you're good at reading memories by looking into someone's eyes. Read my memories."

Initially hesitant, she gradually accepted the new scent. - They arrived at Verdant Glades around 9:30 p.m. Alex exited the car first. Candice hesitated, reluctant to follow him in. Alex came to tap on her window. She opened the door and heard his curt order, "Get out." Wanting to avoid a scene, Candice silently complied, accompanying him into the manor. The Elysian Manor was well-lit, with only Helen in the living room. Alex greeted her and left to retrieve something from his study, leaving Candice alone in the living room with Helen.

My mother, Aileen Stuart, leaves me a bronze mirror upon her death. One day, I suddenly hear its thoughts. It says exasperatedly, "My naive child, Zara hid her brooch and blamed you for stealing it. And your stepmother? Her tricks are so banal. She rubbed pollen on your clothes, hoping you'd have an allergic reaction and become disfigured. They really are the perfect pair in household scheming. "Dead mother, philandering father, vicious stepmother, wicked idiot of a sister… What an unfortunate deck of cards you have been dealt with." With the mirror's guidance, I manage to carve out a place for myself in this household. One midnight, it wakes me from my sleep. "Jemima, your chance to

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.

She arched a brow urging Arielle the glass she offered. Arielle rolled her eyes and chugs down the wine. A foul smudge of wine dance on her lips. Arielle licks her lips with a notion of satisfaction of making Delilah look stupid worrying. "You could have drugged it. Besides just because you're still relevant doesn't mean you won't be expecting a lawsuit." Delilah drags the notion a little bit longer. Arielle leans a little bit close to Delilah to comfort. "Oh Delilah I wouldn't just drug you. You're too dangerous I'll poison you instead. And I'll make sure you live your last days on earth in pain." Arielle says finishing her glass, she reaches for the bottle to get seconds but Delilah beats

The first night I had the mirror with me was what I would call 'haunting. Ever felt something or someone looking at you while asleep? That was definitely what I felt. But I didn’t really think much about it. I had experienced unexplained happenings around me since I was small. Weird flashes of memories that were vague and confusing. I had been accustomed to them. Grew up with them. I didn’t want them to ruin my daily life. But on the fourth day of owning the mirror, that was when I couldn’t take it anymore. There was a magnetic pull from it, as if wanting me to touch its smooth surface.

Chapter 20 "Good morning, sleepyhead," a sultry, smooth voice told Adler as he opened his eyes, a blurry face of a woman with a thick mane of hair welcomed his sight that made him automatically squint his eyes in response. "What's wrong?" the woman laughed amusedly at his reaction while he waited for his clear vision to recur. Moments later, his vision became clear and he realized who was in front of him. It was Elis in her robe-like negligee that exposed her bareness, staring down at him with her eyes holding amusement like she was witnessing something entertaining, and the right corner of her lips lifted up to her cheek for an alluring smile. The moment he had a good look on her face, he r

**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.** Dream Adea An oval rose-gold framed mirror sat atop an ebony-stained solid wood vanity. The tension mixed with excitement as it buzzed in the air. I fought and failed to stop my leg from bouncing. Butterflies threatened to break loose as they fluttered against my stomach. I was trying not to count down the minutes. He said he was going to be here at sunset.

I swiped the notes and began reading. About five hours had passed and Adeline was still reading not realizing how long it had been that she had not been seen in the 'Actual world' ~~~~~~ "Adeline" I heard someone's voice call out my name but I had simply thought it was Christan's voice in my imagination, I yawned and rubbed my eyes tiredly not realizing the person staring at me, my back ached from laying down against the cold tiles, I had to change position when It was necessary. "Are you going to keep ignoring me?" I heard the person say again and furrowed my eyebrows, placing the book beside me and plopped up on my elbows. My eyes widened on seeing the person leaning against the shelf, sta

Over the forty-minute episode, they went up and down the Manor, calling out the evil spirits that had taken it over, seeing dark shadows and being touched by invisible hands, while bangs, knocks and creaking doors echoed all around them. “Fake,” the Blotters said every time they claimed something had happened. Save when Brandon Price fled the master bedroom, screaming like a little girl and swearing he’d seen the full-body apparition of a woman in a long dress. I narrowed my eyes when the app remained silent. “Ann?” A soft gust swirled around, like the faintest echo of chuckles. “My room. Didn’t knock.” “I knew it,” I said, chuckling too. “Well done. He totally had it coming.”