Novel & Cerita Haunting Adeline Playlist

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.

His strength was draining away, and his consciousness was fading. That was when the hallucinations began. He thought he could see me smiling at him, walking behind him as I used to, and quietly keeping him company. "Velda." He reached out and tried to touch the illusion, only to grab at nothing. Then, he let out a laugh that sounded more bitter than any cry. "See? This is my punishment. I lost you, and now, I can never get you back." … Back in the pack, Arwen and Maverick built an empty grave for me in the hills behind the pack grounds.

"I can make you forget the Council. Just one taste, Zane. Let me remind you of the history we almost had." She leaned in, her breasts pressing against my knees, her hands fumbling with my belt. She looked up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes searching for a flicker of the old fire. "She doesn't even know how to please you," Adeline hissed, her voice sharp with venom. "She’s a cold, little bird. I’m a fire. Let me burn for you." She leaned forward, her mouth opening to take me through the fabric of my trousers, her hands reaching up to shove her breasts into my face, desperate for any contact, any sign that she still held power over me.

“Sophie called, saying that we should have dinner, she's missed us. Are you in?” “I’m in! At least it'll help you keep your mind off this stalker.” “Yep.” “What time is it?” she asked. “Seven pm,” I replied. “Good! Let me take a nap before we leave,” Adeline said as she made herself comfortable on her bed, putting on her eye mask. “Wake me up in an hour.” I chuckled. “Yes milady.” I watched Adeline drift off within minutes, her breathing evening out beneath the eye mask. I envied how easily she could switch her mind off. Mine refused to cooperate.

Adeline is lashing out at anyone who comes closer. If Adeline has a weakness, if her power has a weakness, it’s when she can only control one person at a time. Being surrounded deem her helpless. Someone gagged her mouth. Afraid they will be bitten when they transfer her to another car. Another one came up behind her. Putting handcuffs on her hands behind her back.