Haunting Adeline Online Book Novels & Stories

Face peeking from between the covers, elbow crooked over her head, the empty suit of her flesh spread before her, her eyes met his. They twinkled, the blue brighter than before. “You see?” he said, the remnants of her body gathered together and still in-hand. “Our Eidolon was right. You do have a book in you.” He stretched his arms wide, her supple skin a tapestry to be trimmed and cut, polished and stitched. To wrap and protect her cover. “There are tales to be told.” Chin slipping past stitches, fingers sinking between pages, the book finished its feast. The war unwinnable, her battle lost.

Instead of walking out the door like a normal person, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. “Parlor tricks,” Gwendoline mumbled as she stood in front of me to inspect my eyes. “Ye were right. Ye were drugged. Sit down and let me see if I can figure out what they gave ye.” The tiny gasp from Ferguson caught my attention. When I asked her what was the problem, she motioned for Gwendoline to look at my back where she’d undone the lengthy row of tiny, buttons covered in satin that was died a darker green than the pale green of the intricate embroidered leaves of on my pale-yellow gown. After much sputtering and verbal condemning of sneaky, untrustworthy vampires, Gwendoline managed to share the

He doesn’t agree with Kael, and so Kael gives him cold shoulders while he busies himself with preparations for the Cup, law school, and a mysterious lady who smells absurdly good. As soon as they got to the reserved group discussion room, he was once again slapped in the face by her scent. He had to close his eyes and breathe in the heavenly scent, before keeping himself in check in case he looked weird in front of her. Kael found her sitting in the middle of the U-shaped table, typing on her keyboard before her eyes went to them—him. “Oh!” she quietly gasps and stands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I am Divina Anastasia, but you can just call me Anna.”

I said to him calmly even though my heart was racing. I couldn't help but have a really bad feeling about this. I felt all this wouldn't end well. But I decided to remain calm, positive, and hopeful. Adrian exhaled and sat down as I instructed. “Talk,” was all he said to Melisa, and she nodded. “Miss Charlotte Hartley was found dead in her room a few hours ago, in a pool of her own blood,” Melisa said, making me gasp in shock. Charlotte was murdered. That was the first thing that came to my mind.

Adeline has to live in a world full of betrayals, problems, and mistakes with a bit of miracle. Adeline woke up the next day after the alarm sounded. From what she remembered, she never had an alarm clock. Therefore, where did that loud and annoying sound come from? She suddenly hears a groan. A man’s morning groan. She gathered her thoughts before realizing she’s not in her apartment. She’s at someone else’s and she didn’t know whose. Adeline could feel the bed moving and she’s lying to it, although she’s not the one moving. She carefully turned her head on the right side to see who’s sleeping right next to her, and a piercing scream broke the morning silence.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'

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.”

Camilla stood, towering over her, and whispered, almost venomously, "I'll make your life a living hell." Adaline shrank back instinctively, eyes wide and heart pounding. Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her chest, trying to contain the sting, not just from the tea, but from the cruelty of it all. The room felt suffocating, every shadow somehow magnifying Camilla's presence. And in that moment, Adaline realized just how alone she was in the mansion even with Mrs. Margareta nearby, she could not protect her from this not to talk of when she's away. Camilla's smirk lingered as she turned slightly, leaving Adaline trembling in the corner, silently enduring the torment.

Evans I lay in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Beside me, I felt the mattress shift. Hailey sat up, her movement sharp and jagged. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to stay shallow, but I could feel her focus on me. It wasn't just a gaze; it was a physical weight. Her ability was out of control, radiating off her in waves of heat that made the air in the room feel thin. I knew she felt it. She felt the rot of the lie I had been carrying since the day we stood at the altar. I waited, counting the seconds in the silence, until I heard her feet hit the carpet. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps receding toward the door. Only when the soft click of

Dad added, "She's right. Don't hold back. Tell us what you want. You don't need to save money for us. Adeline sends us money every month, so we're doing fine." Clara snuggled closer to my mother and smiled. "You two are the best! I love you so much!" She glanced at her phone and frowned. "But we'll have to wait a while. The food I ordered still isn't here. It's already late!" Just as she dialed the delivery number, my phone rang. They all turned toward the sound, and our eyes met. I stood frozen in shock. Clara suddenly hid behind my mother, her voice shaking. "Adeline, why are you hiding in the alley? Are you following me? Please don't hurt me again. I'm scared!"