Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 9:30 𝙖.𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 10:00 𝙖.𝙢 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 � �𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 " I listened to the sound of the speakers echoing through the station as a wide smile nearly reaching my eyes forms on my already excited face. "Oh how the tables have turned!" I said as I looked at Adalyn's face of shock. It took her a good two minutes to process the news. She may have the brain of a genius but shocking news are her weak spot. She was visibly gulping and sighed before turning in my direction now completely facing me. "You may have won a battle but not the

For a few seconds, she stared at me blankly, as though she wasn’t sure what she was seeing. Then her lips moved. “Travis?” I let out a breath, relieved that she could still recognize me. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m here.” But instead of reaching for me or showing any sign of relief, Adeline blinked several times. Her forehead creased before she gave a weak shake of her head. “No way…” she mumbled. “I must be so drunk that I’m hallucinating.” I could only stare at her. Hallucinating? Adeline rested her head against my chest again, as though she no longer had the strength to keep her eyes open. I felt her body growing increasingly limp in my arms.

"Auntie... is it alright if I ask how Adeline passed away?" "I’ll tell you, but you must promise me not to mention to Jr. that you know the reason, okay?" I nodded solemnly, giving her my word. “Adeline was stabbed by a robber early one morning while she was walking home from work. Jr wasn't able to pick her up that day because he was confined to the hospital with a severe case of dengue fever. She was pronounced dead on arrival. The most heartbreaking part was that Jr never even got to see her one last time; by the time he was discharged from the hospital, Adeline had already been buried.”

I was just about to take the spoon to my lips when Adeline and her clique tore the door open in a dramatic flair, causing everyone to turn from what they were doing toward them. Conversations stopped. Heads turned. The caterers stiffened. Some gulped, all while avoiding their eyes. For a brief second, I felt Adeline’s piercing gaze on me, but I ignored it and returned to my meal. The caterers quickly concluded their duties and disappeared, as if they were never there. She didn’t ask to join me. She simply pulled out the chair and sat. Adeline settled at my table, her two friends standing beside her. She wore a cupcake-red dress, looking like a real-life princess, her lips bold red. It was as

Knox's smile returned, tinged with satisfaction at her compliance. "Yes?" he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of triumph. Taking a steadying breath, Adeline slowly resumed her seat, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Knox. The room seemed to hold its breath, its very air thick with anticipation, as she mustered the strength to begin recounting her haunting tale. Her words, like delicate threads, wove a tapestry of profound loss, relentless survival, and a desperate search for answers that had consumed her every waking moment.

Dad's hair turned gray overnight, and Mom lost her mind. They sold the villa and lived in that dark basement, spending their days guarding my portrait in the filth. And every year on my birthday, two aged figures would always appear at the cemetery by the seaside without fail. They would kneel before a joint grave, weeping uncontrollably while staring at the tombstone bearing both my name and Katrina's name. And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife."

she hinted. My eyes widened when I saw a thick fog coming out of Adeline's hand and beginning to envelop me completely. “What is this? What are you doing?” I shouted at her. But it was too late: the fog had entered my nostrils and, in a matter of seconds, all I remember is passing out. *** Bradley “I'm sorry, my master, I had no choice, the girl was hysterical,” I heard Adeline say with her face in her hands. In fact, I couldn't even scream. After all, the whole mansion heard the screams of my mate, who was clearly in a state of panic.

The moment Lina’s eyes shot over her Ma's shoulder to lock directly onto mine, I forgot about everything. The sight of Lina in my oversized black shirt was everything. She was practically drowning in the fabric. The hem was hitting her mid-thigh, exposing her juicy thighs. Fuck, I wanted them to crush my fuckin skull. "Are you listening to me, Adelina?" But as I became aware of Willow’s voice, I felt irritated all over. What the fuck is she even doing here? Others might be deceived but I know for a fucking fact Willow West doesn't care about her daughter.

At the Hampton estate, Penelope stood in her closet choosing a dress when the bedroom door burst open. Adeline stormed in with a stormy face and dragged her downstairs. "What are you doing, Mom?" Penelope struggled. "Are you insane?" "You're the insane one!" Adeline hissed. "The Sterling family came calling, and you're fussing over your looks? If you die later, who will care whether you were a beauty or a pile of ashes?" "Madam Sterling is here?" Penelope's smile sharpened. She thought she had the upper hand. "Shut up." Adeline looked like she wanted to slap her instead. "If you die and drag us down with you, I'll make you pay."

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.