Is Haunting Adeline The First Book Novels & Stories

She glanced toward Benji, not wanting to see Peabody’s waxen face or unblinking eyes or ghoulish grin. He stood, her beloved. His body abandoned and forgotten, the memory of who he was waited, his eyes on the ceiling. All those failures feeding your shadow. Peabody’s breath was cold against her cheek as he smiled, his eyes, too, lifting skyward to the dusty, dingy, yellow stretch above. And now, your trip into forever. And against all reason, her thoughts too slow to stop her, she looked up. On the ceiling above, the dead lived. But not the rats and beetles and bugs and snakes she feared waited in the hidden spaces of Eidolon. No. This was a seething swarm of human souls fighting what felt l

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

She sighed and lay down on the makeshift bed she had made with dry leaves and old rags, waiting patiently for the dusk. Her eyes drooped, and she fell into a deep slumber dreaming about Asher and red roses. *** Asher let out an inhuman growl in frustration. Last night, another human was murdered right outside his territory. There was too much blood, some even seeping through the thin, white sheet that covered the victim’s body. The familiar metallic tang in the air made his gums ache, and at the same time, scrunch his nose. The human detective Ace Jackson approached him with a grim face. “Looks like the same MO,” he said.

Adeline’s pov “ You know what, I’m out of here” I say turning away and quite enjoying the shocked look that passed both Mom’s and Cecilia’s face. If they want to be their own cute mother’s and daughter’s moment, who was I to stop them? “ Adeline, calm down. There is no need to be worked up” Auntie Rosa says from behind me. I don’t look back but storm out of the mansion, my hands folded and my face pressed into a scowl.

Dad certainly wouldn’t take her in, so unless she was ready to do fight for survival at Lila’s house, she could be homeless. The moment we were in her room, the door slapped behind us. Adeline stood beside it, one hand on her waist while her foot tapped furiously against the marble floor. “Now, what exactly was it I was supposed to hear?” She grunted. “Adeline, it might have started as revenge. I know it doesn’t even make it any better.” I dropped her bags gently beside her bed. I wanted her to see I meant every word, but I couldn’t look at her, not when she stared me down like she was ready to eye laser through me. The worst part was the disgust in her eyes.

Grace I sank deeper into the worn couch, my fingers ruffling through my messy hair as if I could somehow untangle the chaos Adrian had left inside my head. My cheeks still burned. The ghost of his possessive kiss lingered on my lips- hot, demanding, and far too consuming. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel his large hand gripping the back of my neck, the way he had claimed my mouth like he owned every breath I took. Stella paced in front of us, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “That man is evil. Straight-up scary. Did you see his eyes? Like he could snap someone’s neck without blinking.”

And it hurts. Because I understood her. I remember the first night I stepped into Hawthorne estate in my past life. The ceilings were too high, the hallways too long, the air was too cold. I recalled standing in the middle of the unfamiliar world, feeling as though I had wandered into someone else’s story. Alone in a forest I didn’t know how to survive. A sad smile tilted on my lips. “It’s beautiful,” I muttered softly. Adrian studied my face instead of the painting.

Crash! Adeline flinched as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other wing of the house. The sudden commotion pulled her from her seat; a storm was brewing, and she could already guess the source. In the hallway, a scene of domestic tyranny unfolded. Eleanor stood over one of the maids, her face contorted with a rage that aged her beyond her years. At her feet lay a mangled designer dress and a shattered glass, the floor a hazardous mosaic of liquid and shards.

He raised his eyebrows in a silent question, and then it clicked. Camila! To think it was Adeline…my human mate..who had flashed in my mind at the word girlfriend. Because by right, that was what she was supposed to be to me by now. If she were a werewolf and not human, if she wasn't here for reasons I didn't even want to think about… A wave of guilt clawed at my insides. Adeline was innocent, she had just lost her parents, but my dad wanted it this way..to atone, or whatever the fuck he had told me.