Haunting Adeline Pictures Novels & Stories

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”

A pungent smell hung in the air, making me scrunch my nose, and then slowly I watched as the wind stopped, the candelabra lights up again, and Allegra's eye balls start to retract back to their original color. "Alpha Hayden," her voice quivered like she'd just seen a monster, but her eyes were as clear as day. "Allegra," I moved away from the door to admire a new portrait I hadn't noticed there the last time I came. It was a picture of a woman in distress, bleeding and trying to escape from something that I couldn't tell what it was. From a distance, it was hard to tell what was in the picture, but up close, it was disturbing, even more disturbing than the other creepy artworks she had scatt

“Hades! Don’t hurt her! Open the door, you have to see this!” Helena’s voice came behind the door. Adeline adjusted her clothes at the sound of Helena. She looked disheveled as if she had rough sex with me and the thought alone made me to swallow. I was having this sinful image of her in my mind and only my father could help me. I focused on Helena’s words and frowned in her direction. I snapped my fingers together. The door opened and there stood my grim reapers aka devils.

ADELINA'S POV I sat across the glass wall with a warm mug in my palms just staring at the warm cup. I was still curious about the lady in the wedding photo but didn't know how to. Her pictures filled the room like he was scared to forget her One of my favourites was the cute one framed on a table right under the wedding photo. Adeline was grinning in the image petting her obvious bump. That must have been shortly before she died. "Here, have something to eat." Lawrence slid a plate of sandwiches before me before he sat by my side to enjoy his coffee.

They didn’t divorce, but they didn’t seem to reconcile anytime soon. Before Clavier could say anything, Adeline collapsed, and he rushed in to catch her body. “Adeline!” Clavier called as her eyes were slowly closing. He touched her forehead and felt her skin was burning hot as if she was grilled alive. There were red markings all over her arms. With her shaking hands, she reached for something inside the pocket of her jacket. “What’s this?” Clavier asked. “The drug...the First Elder’s blood used to produce the drug...and the research data….” Adeline replied softly before losing consciousness.

He placed Azalea's body over his shoulder and soon enough they were inside the mansion. Once inside Azalea was placed in a circle surrounded by candles, skeleton skulls and blood marks. He retrieved a book from his bedroom and got on his knees. He began to chant a language which was encrypted and couldn't be understood. Soon enough Azalea started thrashing on the floor and making grunt noises more like a hungry growl. He continued the same chant and suddenly her jerked open. They were bright red, her skin tone was a ghostly pale white,her brown hair became richer,two fangs appeared, her lips were cherry red.