What Chapter In Haunting Adeline Is The Gun Scene Mga Nobela at Kwento

Andrew emerged from the narrow passageway, scanning the area with narrowed eyes, but Adeline was nowhere to be found. Frustration bubbled up inside him, and he hurled the gun he held at the wall. “Damn it,” he muttered to himself. “How could I let her escape like that?” As he tried to calm his nerves, a familiar scent reached his nose—blood, Adeline’s blood. His head snapped in the direction the scent was coming from. Glancing down, he noticed a trail of blood leading into the forest.

Just as she hesitated, her eyes flickered back toward the balcony. Charles. He nodded once. A silent order. A silent promise. Adeline took a step forward. And another. Leonardo’s smirk widened, his fingers stroking through Elena’s hair as she worked, but his focus remained on Adeline. He was enjoying this. Enjoying making her uncomfortable, making her bend to his will. But he wouldn’t be enjoying it for long. Because just as Adeline stepped close enough— Charles lifted his gun. Adeline braced herself. This was it.

she said, glancing quickly around the school grounds. I shook my head. "I should not have come here at all! I should have stayed back in my old town and endured the pity looks and my viral breakup no matter what!" She grabbed my hands, rubbing her thumbs gently over my cold knuckles, just as the Jeep rounded the bend and stopped right in front of us. The passenger door swung open at once. "Get in, Adeline," Dylan growled from inside, his face twisted tight with anger. There was no arguing with the tone of his voice. I could not even refuse.

Riven’s POV "Boss! We gotta go! The feds are swarming the perimeter!" Malakai’s voice was a distant bark, completely drowned out by the ringing in my ears. I couldn't move. My boots felt like they were cemented to the blood-slicked concrete of the docks. My handgun was still raised, the barrel smoking, but my arm felt entirely numb. I hadn't shot the cop. I had shot *her*. Through the thick haze of gunpowder and fog, I watched Adelina's body spin and collapse like a broken doll. The bright red blood spilling through her fingers was the loudest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.

What were the odds that he won’t dispose me the moment he found what he was looking for yet he gave me options. *** The sound of gunshot made me spring out of my bed. I quickly grabbed my revolver from underneath my pillow and rushed out. I heard voices downstairs and slowly tiptoed to Vincent’s room but he was nowhere to be found. I checked his bathroom and walk-in closet but he wasn’t there. “Come downstairs or your boyfriend loses an arm.” Someone said in a singsong tone. I tucked the gun in my sweatpants and covered it with my oversized shirt. I walked downstairs only to see Vincent with blood on his lips.

I hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the apartment. I moved into a nice apartment and started living there as Melissa, not Betsy. I got a job at a bookstore and made some friends. Life felt good and I was happy. But one morning, things took a scary turn. I woke up, got ready, and planned to go to the café for coffee. When I opened the door, I gasped and my eyes widened in shock at the sight before me. A man was lying on my porch, bleeding.

Shit. "Are you okay?" Adeline asks, voice shaky. "Yeah. I'm good." I stand up and look over at the brave woman beside me. "Are you?" She nods and I turn my attention back to the intruder, drop down beside him and press two fingers against his thick neck. No pulse. With a grimace, I stand back up, grab my gun, and walk into the kitchen to wash my hands. Adeline hurries after me. "I-is he dead?"

By the time I came back to my senses, we were behind a hut in a dark alley that looked void of life and Human. I was about turning back when I heard voices. This time, it wasn't only me because I heard Shirley gasp and as fast as I could, I covered her mouth. Slowly and stealthily, I walked towards the sharp. edge of the hut, wanting to see what made that noise. The first thing I saw was a gun pointed at a dead and bloodied body. I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me.

Adrian's eye were fixed on the fire but his mind was trying to picture the image of this Lady Zach was talking about. T. B. C

Every step she took in the stairs, the deep her fear dig her core and the idea if what if Lane died and she did not save her? When Jane reached the roof top, she was out of breath, holding the gun while she kept alert to the area, it was dark but the faint light of the moon became her hope. She walked to the area, and suddenly she yelp in cry when something hit her head causing her to fall to the cold floor, she tried to get up but the pain on her head made her dizzy. Her gun flew away a meter from her, she touched her head feeling the liquid on there, yet the sticky irony smell realized her it was a blood. Of whoever did this, had Lane.