Novel & Cerita Haunting Adeline Pictures

Adeline’s pov I tried not to cry again. This was something my tear ducts were used to, it was almost a routine to watch it dry up and so I sucked in the tears and thought happy thoughts. Thoughts that comprised of the good old earlier days. Looking back to the sequence of events which brought me to that house of brooding mystery, of sinister undercurrents and disturbing echoes. I sat on a wooden bench I had found as I became lost in thought all alone in the darkness.

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

Adeline asked, her tone shaking. I don't know if she noticed it, but to my ear, it never escaped. This just proves how scared she was right now. “Your destiny is with Evangeline's hands,” Maximus smirked. My brows furrowed upon staring at Maximus. He called some warriors to drag Adeline out from the room, pulling her through the field. And because of Adeline's loud screams, it captured the attention of the wolves. They immediately run to the field to find out what happened. On the other hand, Drake came back.

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.

Before me, George had his hands on her thighs and she looked uncomfortable. “What is going on here?” Adeline stood in the middle of the room, clad in a skimpy bikini outfit huddled next to a guy with spiky blond hair showing them the pictures and George apparently trailing his fingers up her thighs. I could clearly read the discomfort in her gaze. It wasn’t a question. I knew what was going on here. The rumpled bed, the setup, the outfits...they were all in the middle of a photoshoot with Adeline as their model. It looked like something out of a p**n magazine except clothed.

And strangely, I didn’t feel any attraction towards her. I wasn’t sure if it had faded over time since it was a stupid infatuation or if was it replaced by someone more…important? I walked out of the manor and found the ‘more important.’ Adeline stood before the birds with a bowl of grain in her hand, and she fed them. The birds seemed to be flocking around her as if she was snow white. Her lips moved as she looked at one of them. Was she talking to them? I moved closer to listen in.

The gold letters printed across the surface glimmered under the white office lights. Vin Romano Moretti and Melvina Her brows slowly drew together. Something about it felt strange again. She leaned back in her chair and opened her laptop. “If Melvina is marrying Vin… then what exactly is her connection with Adeline?” she murmured quietly to herself. Her fingers began moving across the keyboard. A few seconds later, Adeline’s social profile appeared on the screen. Alicia leaned closer. The page was almost empty. Just a few pictures. One photo showed a much younger Adeline standing beside a little boy. In another, she stood beside an older woman who Alicia assumed was her mother. They looked p

The floors were polished marble, and the walls were decorated with photographs of beaches, mountains, and fancy events that looked like scenes from old Hollywood. There was a faint smell of fresh flowers — roses, maybe — drifting from somewhere deeper inside. I swallowed hard. “I think this house is bigger than my entire life.” Adeline snorted. “Come on. Let me show you around before you get dramatic.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me through a hallway that looked like it belonged in a museum. “This is Adrian’s room,” she said as we passed a door on the left. “Don’t enter unless you want to die. He hates people touching his stuff.”

She kept walking till her attention was drawn to a smaller door at the end of the corridor. Opening it, Adele found herself in a narrower, darker hallway. The walls were lined with tall, dark paintings, their colors muted and somber. She paused to study them as she walked, each piece more cryptic than the last. The subjects of the paintings were haunting, shadowy figures, desolate landscapes, and scenes she couldn’t quite understand.

The villa remained quiet, with only the waves striking the rocky shore in a rhythmic motion.' The storm had passed, and the stillness of it was lingering on Juniper's skin. A faint semblance of rain washed in the air, along with the salty water and sea salt present below. With her pulse racing, she sat in Adrian's office clutching the photograph she had found. Its age, curving edges, and faded colors over time. Yet, the picture itself was evident. Caroline Hale, the mother of the person featured in the picture, was seated beside a man wearing slit-coloured clothing. The shadows obscured his face to some extent, but Juniper knew.