Novel & Cerita Read Haunting Adeline Online

The curtains waved gently behind her. Rain and Jace waited for a few minutes. They could smell the tea leaves brewing and some warm cakes from baking. "I don't like it here! We're just wasting time. We'd better hurry to your father's apartment!" Jace got up from the knitted sofa. "But, this is rude! At least I want to sip the tea!" Rain was annoyed because she was very thirsty and hungry. Adaline stirred the tea in a white cup coated with gold paint. Her smile grew as her left hand spun a grain of powder that no one knew what it was. Her lips kept humming as if she was chanting a spell.

“You won't believe this, Austine.” “Believe what? Did you find something leading us to the killer? I'll be back, Officer Laney,” Austine said. Jane heard the heavy footsteps of him on the line and the sounds of a radio in the background playing Alone by Alan Walker. She bit her lower lip. “You need to see this after you're done there.” “Seriously, Office Adair? Why not now? There's a lot of things you ask me to do. I probably end by the midnight,” he groaned, and sounded amused.

I watched Adeline with a bitter ache in my chest. At some point, I'd lost count of the moments I regretted my decision. Go ahead, Adeline. Dig. Find out the truth. She had just reached the parking lot and was catching her breath, about to get into her car, when a woman tapped her on the shoulder. Adeline turned, confused, and studied the woman's face—she looked vaguely familiar. Before Adeline could speak, the woman beamed and said, "You don't recognize me? I was a nurse in Dr. Samuel Newell's department! I've since quit, though.

“Relax, Eros. A little gossip never hurt anyone. Besides, Harper needs to know what she’s getting herself into.” Harper couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face. She liked Adeline’s easy-going nature and the way she teased Eros without fear. “Please, go on. This is the most interesting thing I’ve heard all day.” Eros groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Adeline, enough.” “Oh, fine,” Adeline said with an exaggerated sigh. She turned to Harper, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “But don’t worry, darling. I have plenty more stories for later.”

“Adeline, come on!” Warm liquid seeps through Adeline’s clothes, and into the ground. I make quick work to press my hands as firmly as I can to the two holes in her body. The crimson liquid coats my arms in a matter of seconds, as the life drains out of her. “No, no, no. Please, say something Adie.” But Adeline stays still no matter how much I shake her. My vision blurs as my tears overflow, falling to Adeline’s cheeks, and that’s when I finally notice her eyes… lifeless and dull.

he added, annoyed. “If Celine is so soft and perfect, why didn’t you just marry her?” Adeline snapped and stormed out. She went to her room, grabbed her book, and started reading the part she didn’t finish last night. She had only gotten through one page when someone knocked on the front door. Adeline sighed, closed her book, and hurried out to answer it. A girl was standing outside. It was Odette. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t keep me company?” Adeline asked, irritated.

I only knew it, the same as I'd known with the dying wolf in the woods. "Let me try," I heard myself say. The old Healer coughed from the floor, clutching his ribs. "Try? Girl, I have forty years in the craft and I couldn't hold him. You'll be dead before you reach the middle of the room." But Adeline was in the doorway now, both hands pressed white against her mouth, and her eyes were only on her son. Whatever else that woman was, the terror on her face was real. "Let her try," she whispered. "Please. Let her."

The gold letters printed across the surface glimmered under the white office lights. Vin Romano Moretti and Melvina Her brows slowly drew together. Something about it felt strange again. She leaned back in her chair and opened her laptop. “If Melvina is marrying Vin… then what exactly is her connection with Adeline?” she murmured quietly to herself. Her fingers began moving across the keyboard. A few seconds later, Adeline’s social profile appeared on the screen. Alicia leaned closer. The page was almost empty. Just a few pictures. One photo showed a much younger Adeline standing beside a little boy. In another, she stood beside an older woman who Alicia assumed was her mother. They looked p

TARR “Wait, let me.” I said and picked up the bowl, the birds fighting for the spilled grain. “Thank you.” She said softly and something stirred inside me on hearing her voice. Adeline Hart. I didn’t know her well and got acquainted with her recently. I heard that she was staying inside the mansion, but since I was sick, I couldn’t meet her. My eyes skimmed over her body. She had the right amount of assets in the right places. And there was something alluring about those sapphire eyes that stared back at me. Realizing that I was in front of her, I cleared my throat.

Her lips trembled, but she obeyed, folding her hands tighter in her lap. But the silence did not bring peace. Instead, memory pressed in—the garden, the sharp jolt before darkness swallowed me, and the moment earlier in the day that refused to leave my mind. Her. Adeline. I caught her scent in the corridor—faint, but impossible to miss. Herbs and earth, warm and sharp like crushed leaves. It always rattled me, tugged at pieces of memory I tried to bury. But this time, something else pushed through, heavier, sharper. Something primal roared in my blood, refusing to be ignored.