Haunting Adeline Playlist Novels & Stories

She muttered. She got her phone out of her pocket to check the time, but it was kicked away from her. The phone flew to the other end. She looked up with a glare and saw Malik with the two other newbies. Obviously, they're his cohorts. "You again?" Adeline glared. Malik stepped into her space, nose flaring. "Yeah, and this time, you'll dance to my tunes, Micheal." he said. "What the hell are you talking about? I don't have the time for your 'I will kill you' R&B right now, I have a body to dispose." Adeline cleared impatiently and made to lift the body to her shoulder...

I stare into her bulging eyes as she whimpers fighting for air, I wish I could kill her over and over again for the things she has done. "Raven is the Goddess of Death, removing her lycan is impossible. I will be glad to see you die, knowing she will not show mercy to your soul," I growl into her ear, thrusting my other hand up into her chest; with a sickening crack and squelching noise I tear through her ribs and flesh. My hand is slick with her warm blood as I dig my claws in deep, cutting into her organs before removing my hand letting her slowly bleed out, painfully slowly until she dies. "No, not my son! Let me go!" I hear Adaline's agonized screams, as they pull my attention from Sasha

The day I had lost my Adeline. The maidens flocking around her room, the endless chatter and buzzing, which slowly faded into a deafening silence. The sound of her soul leaving her body… All of it had haunted me, reminding me of one of my greatest losses. The fear of reliving that nightmare was enough to wreck me.

Desperately Adeline still continue to struggle. She uses all of her strength to let go of him and even shouted very hard so that someone could hear her but then remembered that they were the only people living in that area and the walls outside were to tall for someone outside to hear her. But she still continue to shout until she already felt pain in her throat. She's already losing hope. She just wished Drake will arrive. Lycan kiss was utterly devastating, and he didn't stop until he'd taken her to a room and was placed on the bed. This had always been Lycan dream; having her this close while she responded to his kisses like her life depended on it.

Adeline sits on her bed for a few seconds staring at the text: He is going to be there too. She gets up and noiselessly sneaks out of the house. She has to call Nadia and with so many people with super-hearing in the house, she needs to be careful. She walks a little away from the mansion and then calls Nadia’s number who picks it up on the first ring. “What is he coming for?” Asks Adeline with annoyance. “What do you think?”

It was a sound that woke her, not the quiet chorus of the night that she had learned to sleep through but something that slipped between those familiar noises and scraped against her nerves. The coyotes called from the trees, the owls murmured to one another in the dark, the house sighed as old wood always did, but this sound did not belong to any of it. It was wrong in the way a shadow looks wrong when it moves against the light. She lay still beneath her blankets, staring up into the dark ceiling, listening to her own breath as if it were the only thing anchoring her to the bed. The air felt thicker than it should have, as though fear itself had weight.

With slow steps, she emerged from the darkness of the forest and made her way through the people crawling on the ground, looking for a way to silence the screeching that echoed in their heads. “Tara... Tara... Tara... Tara... Tara…” She continued singing as she drew closer to the mansion, where she finally used her free hand to open the enormous door. Her powerful scent invaded the king's sense of smell, who delicately placed his female's body on the floor and, enduring the screeching in his head, stood up looking towards the door. His enormous claws and fangs came to the surface, waiting to tear apart whoever entered the hall. However, when the door opened, the figure of Adeline appeared.

Yet, despite the overwhelming opposition from the Kingston family, she remained firm—she wanted Lucas to marry me. One afternoon, during the wedding preparations, Lucas took Grandma Eve and me for a stroll in the park. As we reached a slope, she scribbled a note, saying she was thirsty. Lucas hurried off to buy water, leaving me to watch over her. Then, suddenly, her entire body tensed. Her eyes locked onto something in the distance, filled with urgent recognition as if she had just seen a ghost from her past. Alarmed, I gripped her wheelchair and scanned the surroundings. But there was no one.

Two more days passed. Zachary, reeking of alcohol, helped Nina through the door. Their unsteady steps caused them both to tumble onto the couch inside. In a daze, Zachary grabbed his phone and dialed a specific number. I glanced over and realized that he was trying to reach me. A cold chill spread through my body. The phone rang, but soon went to voicemail. Undeterred, Zachary dialed a few more times, but still no one answered.

Picking him up and tossed him on the wooden benches, breaking them apart. "Don’t you know. Humans are to play with not to keep in as bloody lovers. How the fucking hell you can resist it". Adam moved to stand behind Callum. Bending on him. Sniffing his neck.. "Do you see the pulse here? See its throbbing. Flowing with the blood". Adam scratched a nail on the pulse at the side of his neck drawing blood. "Hmmmmmm. I am high just sniffing it. How would it taste to have the warmth of this blood on my tongue? Wanna try"? Adam challenged as blood was oozing from the wounds.