Haunting Adeline Playlist Novels & Stories

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?

“Thanks for liking it. And about the snacks, there are a few you can eat, don’t worry.” That actually made me laugh, a real laugh. For a second I felt… normal. Like someone my age. Like a girl hanging out with another girl. Not a broken person trying to survive her own guilt. We got into the tent together, the fabric brushing softly behind us as we settled in. Adeline grabbed the iPad, her fingers tapping lightly across the screen. “What are we watching?” I asked. “The Summer I Turned Pretty,” she said casually, still focused on choosing the episode.

"That's what Grey meant. Being captured was part of his plan because Sienna could get him out. She had everything she needed to breach your most secure facility." My phone buzzed. It was an email notification that I opened it with shaking hands. It contained a single video file with no subject line. "Kayden," I said quietly. He moved beside me as I hit play. Sienna's face filled the screen. She sat in what looked like an abandoned warehouse, completely calm. "Hello, Adeline," she said. "Surprised? I bet you are. Five years is a long time to be dead." I couldn't breathe.

Silver and Delilah were curled naked on the wide leather couch, their warm bodies tangled in a lazy, post-orgasm haze, basking in the dim glow of the living room. A half-empty bottle of rich red wine sat on the table beside two glasses. and the low, sultry voice of Annie Lennox filled the air — “I put a spell on you… because you’re mine…” — as a slow, filthy strip tease played on the massive TV screen. The scene unfolding on screen was far dirtier than anything in Fifty Shades of Grey: a woman teasingly peeling off lace while two men stroked themselves, eyes locked on her with raw hunger.

“But it’s ours.” “Ours,” Adrian said. Hand in mine. 60 BPM. “Day 7. And tomorrow’s 8. And after that’s 9. And after that’s… forever. Of noise.” _Thump._ “Good,” I said. Turned. To him. Scar silver. Not moon. Not war. Nightlight. From hall. Alex’s shark. “I like noise. Now.” “Me too,” Adrian said. Kissing me. Slow. Not 3 AM. Not 3:01 PM. Not court.

She was already lightheaded and beginning to lose all feeling in her legs. The group seemed disappointed by her success, with the exception of Ahmed. He seemed uncomfortable with the whole situation, concentrating on finding music on Spotify rather than joining in with his mates. He landed on some rock band. Alice considered herself a fan of this genre of music but couldn't recognise the band he'd picked. "Who is this," Alice asked him, sneaking away from the rest of the group. "Ice nine kills," Ahmed told her. "They make songs about different horror movies. This one is nightmare on elm street."

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

"Then, how about texts on your phone?" Gabriella shook her head. "My head would hurt if I stared at it for a long time. Is there something going on at the company?" "No." Henry lowered his gaze. "Have a few more days of rest." "Okay." Gabriella scanned her surroundings. "This restaurant looks great. The pianist is amazing. I wonder what piece this is." "Ballade for Adeline by Paul Senneville." Gabriella looked at him in awe. "You know music as well?"