Haunting Adeline Playlist Novels & Stories

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.

Daemon's Point of View Listening to Adriana playing the piano, I was mesmerised by the way her fingers danced across the keyboard. Each note flowed onto the next, like a cascading waterfall. The melodies were haunting, evoking emotions I wasn’t ready to deal with, yet they resonated deep within me. I found myself lost in the exquisite artistry, wishing it would never end.

I head back to my room, my phone pinging from his message. I sat back on my desk, accessing my computer and finding the file with Adeline’s name on it. When I locate the video, I slip on my headphones over my head, drowning out the world around me. I close my eyes tightly, clutching the earphones firmly against my skull. Her moans penetrate my skull and her soft cries evade my soul. Finally, I can breathe again for now. ADELINE

The music floated through the gap, clear now, lush and slow, like honey spilling in the dark. "This is the end / Hold your breath and count to ten…" The song wrapped around my throat like a velvet noose. Adele’s voice was haunting, heavy, powerful—and painfully timed. “Skyfall is where we start…” I didn’t know why that line made my chest tighten, but it did. Maybe it was the ache in her voice. Maybe it was how the words felt like a prophecy. As we rounded the bend past the grand staircase, I heard voices. Soft, low, too close.

BOOK 2: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER We’ll keep on coming till we get it right This place, we’ve seen it a million times I won’t forget you Can’t remember me without you But I can’t call you mine. —Daughtry, Call You Mine * *

Adele wondered, seeing the small-sized huts in front of her. Out of the blue, everything was blurred, and Adele felt darkness all around her. Suddenly she closed her eyes as a flash of light fell upon her. When she opened her eyes, the sun shone brightly, but Adele's vision was still blurry. She saw a silhouette of someone falling down the cliff, and she felt a burning pain in her chest. " C-Chris... L-Liam..." Adele cried out and extended her hand to reach out, but the person was already gone. The pain she felt was so unbearable, as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest. " Chrissss...Liammmm..." Adele woke up suddenly screaming.

Kaden’s eyes glazed over as he mind linked his men, and half of them took off with Dylan’s corpse. When I glanced back at the tree where he was laid against, I could see no trace of whatever transpired left. It’s as if it never happened. Even the scent vanished when they took away his corpse. Then, I felt Adeline grow uneasy. “That feeling earlier…” she reminded me, “I’m starting to think it wasn’t Colton that we sensed earlier…” she spoke. I raised my brow at her, “What are you suggesting?” I could feel Adeline’s contemplation, going silent for a few moments.

I woke up to a resounding headache. For the first time, the night had been a long one, filled with unending haunting. After a hot shower, a beep from my phone gains my attention. *"Wear a skirt today. And your hair in a bun."* A message from Abaddon. My heart skips a beat seeing this. The fucker even had my number. His ways were not new to me anymore—at this point, I expect anything. The drive to school appears to be short, no matter how much I pray for more time. Anxiety crams my skin as I step onto the premises.

I drum my fingers against my desk, letting the silence stretch for a moment so I can recollect my thoughts and not ruin this anymore than I have. A few seconds pass. “Why don’t you take a breath for me, baby, and hand the phone back to Caleb. Then take yours and go into your room, I’d like to Facetime you.” Silence. One beat… two… three. “Fine.” The call ends. I immediately search Adaline’s name on my log and call her on Facetime. It rings once, twice, and on the third ring, she responds. Adaline is on her bed, her hair in a messy updo with a few strands framing her face, her pinkish-red lipgloss making her lips a little too tempting.

“Emily… hold on. I’m coming for you. One way or another.” But deep down, I could feel a cold fear settle in my bones. I hate to admit it, but then – what if I was already too late?