Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

“Right now your aunt needs our help, and the longer we take to save her, the more dangerous things become. All I need is for you to tell me every–” She opened the door, staring at me with those cold looking eyes that felt like she was going to do worse than just killing me. “There were four of them, all dressed in black tuxedos. And a fifth, also in black, but he had a cane and a hat that barely covered his eyes. Aunt Emi asked me to hide in my room, but I heard every conversation they had that night. It seemed like she knew them, only that she didn't expect to see them in such weird appearance.” “The guy in hat, you didn't see his face, did you?” I asked, and she shook her head.

Saw the blood drip into her mouth. “No!” Yvette screamed. The memory ripped away. She fell to the ground, gasping. The ghost of Adeline leaned over her. “You cannot undo the pact,” she whispered. “Only pass it on.” “No.” “Then she dies.” --- --- Yvette stood slowly. Her whole body trembled. “I will never give her to you.” Adeline smiled sadly. “Then take her place.” The room spun. The candles flared. Yvette collapsed into darkness. --- When she awoke, she was back in Cara’s room.

"If anything, it makes things simpler." "Simpler how?" "Now you don't have any reason to stay married to me." Adeline's face crumpled. "You're a monster." She pushed past me and went to get dressed. A few minutes later, she came back downstairs and left with the police officers. After they were gone, I went back upstairs to Rebecca. She was sitting up in bed, looking worried. "I heard voices," she said. "What happened?" "Adeline's mother is dead," I said.

I asked. “Mind your fucking business.” Gladstone said. “It is my business. Since I’m probably about to die for it.” I said. Gladstone looked at the Mayor but neither of them said anything. “We’re not going to kill you.” Adams said. “Oh. So, you’re going to leave the dirty work to whatever vampire you’re trying to call? You do realize that they’re probably sleeping, that’s why they’re not answering the phone.” I said. “I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion!” Adams yelled.

“Aiden made you a bit harsh!.” “I trusted and loved and cared about him!, but what did I get? Huh! I got to see dead people I got to see creatures I prayed were just my imagination!!, I saw them and I became their number one prey! I don’t want to be around you or anything like you!!.” Alora yelled, before storming out of the restaurant. Alora ran across the road and Zemia followed. “Alora! Sweetheart?!.” Zemia called as he walked towards her.

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.

"Where are the elixirs?" A tall shadow on the floor crossed Adeline's barely open eyes. The shadow was of a bulky man, his frame strong and sturdy, and on his hand was a whip. When his deep voice reached Adeline's faraway consciousness, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. She clenched her fist in anger, despite losing every inch of her being. "We... don't have... such thing," Adeline replied in a hoarse voice, gritting her teeth.

"That is both disgusting, disturbing, and idiotic if a spellcaster or a cult would make a cure that could be broken by a kiss. Besides, the dreams are getting worse, but I've learned that having people with me and having fun most of the time is enough to somehow help me ignore the shadow." "What about your bad dreams, Shyne? Your nightmares are getting worse, and anytime that you don't have nightmares, the hallucination happens. It's been a month since we found out about Rian's death. I think it's time for you to go back home and find more clues about how this can stop. Maybe your parents can find a spellcaster or something. I'm sure they can afford to pay for a voodoo person."

My feet cripples and I collapse on the van floor. A hand pick me up and throw me at the corner. They slammed the boy to my side. He wheezed. I gasp. His head hits my rib side, sending black spots to my eyes. I’m still coughing and gasping for air when a shoe heel pressed itself in my head. Forcing me to bend. “So it wasn’t that challenging to find you.” Adeline said, exerting force to her heel, bending me lower. I catch a crack of glimpse behind her shoe. Her blood red lips curl into a smile. A calculative evil smile. And I can’t suppress the shudder running through my spine. The groundkeeper has settled himself in the passenger seat at the front.

"Williams tried to politically assassinate me over the appetizer course." "He does that to everyone." "And the terrifying magazine woman looked directly into my soul at one point. I felt her reading my browser history." "Also normal." The elevator arrives with a soft chime, and we step inside together, the doors sliding shut on the muted gold of the hallway. Silence settles between us for a beat, comfortable in a way silence rarely manages to be around me. Adeline shifts her weight against the mirrored wall. "There are only four days left." I look at her. "I understand."