Is Haunting Adeline The First Book Novels & Stories

she said turning the pages onto the next bloodline, both paused seeing the ink splattered against the entire page “Oh no,” Layana said as she raised the book to see better but it was difficult, Declan took the book from her ‘House Adair… with the ability to read one’s mind and to destroy… it’s hard to make out,” he murmured raising the book closer to his face, but it was futile, the ink had covered it completely, “Read one’s mind I'm sure that’s what I did…” she said, Declan turned the page but like the page before it, the ink had covered it completely.

Robert's was somehow reffering to her in general as the card that the old lady-- the housekeeper gave her. What bothers Jane is that the mastermind was creeping even in her dreams and everything seems so real, the needle, pain and screams in my dreams sounds so familiar, like it was something that she would be experiencing or someone she know told her. Flora-- Jane's mother palmed her hair as she stare at the picture of them, her daughters dressed in a traditional dress of the Adair during the ceremony as welcome to the Adair 's clan. "I will make sure he or she will pay," Flora said in pure rage as if she was cursing the culprit straight in the soul.

His voice pulsates in excitement. At once a man appears in front of him out of no where, as soon as Benjamin opens the gates of the haunted house. "Do not go there. It is just an illusion." A man in a long coat with no limbs flying in air appeared in front of him. "It is the evil spirit which is calling you." He warned him. But Benjamin did not care for his words. On a trance he continued to walk ahead towards the mansion. "Our phones are dead. I need to call somebody for help. My wife is laying there unconscious." He points to his broken car.

"You manage to find time for novels amidst your ever-changing adventures?" A soft smile graced Adrienne's lips as she leaned in, sharing a secret moment between them. "Oh, most certainly. Romance novels, to be precise. Currently, I'm enthralled by 'Love And Everything In-between' by Sarah Raymond. It's an enchanting tale that beautifully captures the essence of love. It resonates with the dreams that dance in my heart," she revealed, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. Ryan couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by her authenticity and the vivid emotions that colored her words. With a tender gesture, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Adrienne's ear, his voice ba

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

The Cursed One The hunger was never quiet. It gnawed at my ribs, an ancient and endless ache that twisted everything I once was into something dark, something primal. Every breath I took was tainted by the coppery scent of blood, by the stench of decay that clung to my own fur. But still… I remembered. Not everything. Not names, not places. But fragments. Echoes of laughter. The warmth of a den in the dead of winter. The sound of a heartbeat not driven by rage.

And now… “Wait.” Adeline’s voice cut through my subconscious, and I find myself peering to the outside world for the first time through her eyes. “What is it?” I asked, observing our surroundings with all my senses. “Something’s wrong.” She muttered, glancing in every direction where we stopped in the middle of the forest. Adeline waited, for a moment, and when we finally heard the sound of rustling leaves and snapping branches, our hackles lifted, eyes on full alert as she lowered her mouth to the ground.

Evans I lay in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Beside me, I felt the mattress shift. Hailey sat up, her movement sharp and jagged. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to stay shallow, but I could feel her focus on me. It wasn't just a gaze; it was a physical weight. Her ability was out of control, radiating off her in waves of heat that made the air in the room feel thin. I knew she felt it. She felt the rot of the lie I had been carrying since the day we stood at the altar. I waited, counting the seconds in the silence, until I heard her feet hit the carpet. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps receding toward the door. Only when the soft click of

My head was throbbing, and my whole body ached from the tension. I turned the corner into the quiet, dimly lit hallway of the royal wing, heading straight to my chambers. And then, I smelled her. Adeline was walking towards me from the library. She was carrying a huge stack of old pack ledgers that practically covered her chin, she was wearing a simple grey dress with her hair tied back loosely and she looked so exhausted and overwhelmed. I stopped in my tracks at the sight of her. Adeline must have heard my footsteps, because her eyes snapped up over the books. The second she saw me, she froze. She clearly didn't want to run into me, especially not after what happened in her dressing room.

The words died in my throat when I realized it wasn't one of my scouts. Adeline stood by the heavy oak doors, her hand still resting on the latch. She wasn't wearing her usual silk dresses. Instead, she was draped in a sheer, transparent robe that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The firelight from the hearth licked at the curves of her body, casting long, honeyed shadows over skin that had been oiled to a shimmer. "What the hell are you doing in my office, Adeline?" I asked, my voice dropping into a dangerous, low register. “And in that?”