Hauntingadeline Stories

Gay version of Haunting Adeline in Omega verse. 15+ Enjoy. Sorry english is not our first language

dark romance. yeah that's all.

wished for the twisted series to never end? well, here's a sequel y'all, on the original characters(og) children!!! also, if you've read haunting adeline, well, surprise surprise Zed Meadows and Sofia Volkov. Niko Volkov and Camilla Von Ascheberg. The story revolves around these four hottiesss in their 20s , young and feisty, these four will show you how WELL behaved they are (they aren't) and how they're totally unlike their parents (yea, right). cuz they're even worse.. also guys this is my first book so suggestions are always welcome but please don't criticize 😭😭 ly guysssss muahhhh💋🎀

"I'm nothing without you. plz be mine forever". "I don't think I can be with u after everything"

I PUBLISHED TWISTED FLAMES (SECOND GENERATION BOOK OF TWISTED SERIES)

《Mild Dark Romance》 Moments where bones and ashes unite Light blinds the eyes Ocean catches fire It's not love, no desire Only how he wants her to burn in fire Just to mix his own ashes with hers When she can't protest with her own words

"Every drop of blood I spill for you tastes better than wine, Aurora."

💋💋💋 ༻ Inspired by Haunting Adeline. ༺ ༻❁༺

The savior. The way her eyes were always filled to the brim with fear. The way she flinched whenever I moved. She's like a deer. In headlights She'll freeze at any sudden movement you make. She's mine. I protect what's mine. After all I am her savor.

A tragic, gothic, and realistic story of a 1950s flower-shop worker and the lonely vigilante who watched over her-and the quiet love that outlived them both.

I can't reveal but this story is full of thrills and un-predictable twists

Zade, carries on taking down more trafficking rings. When he gets back from his trips he's always bloody and heated. And needy; he won't take no for an answer. His Little Mouse is helpless but.. inlove.

When senior Priya mysteriously vanished from school,Meera finds herself tangled in a chilling conspiracy. A strange note in her warns "You're next,Meera" sparked a desperate search for the truth. On her journey to find the truth she gets to know about the dark secrets of her school. Secrets that are dark and deadly, something that she never saw coming . let's see if she catches the culprit or--end up becoming the victim.

--- Every night at exactly 3:00 a.m., a single rose appeared outside her door. Always crimson, always dewy as if plucked seconds ago, though no florist was open at that hour. At first, she thought it was a prank, but the roses never wilted. They lived longer than they should, petals soft weeks later, as if refusing to die. On the thirteenth night, she heard the knock. Gentle. Patient. A heartbeat disguised as sound. Against her better judgment, she opened the door. He was there. Tall, sharp-featured, eyes like the edge of a storm. In his hand, another rose, dripping. Not with water-something thicker, darker, staining his fingers. "For you," he said, voice velvet and blade. She recoiled. "What are you doing? Where are you getting these?" His smile was both tender and cruel. "They grow for you. Fed by those who stood in my way. Their blood roots your garden." Horror should've swallowed her whole, but it didn't. Her chest tightened with something far more dangerous: fascination. He had killed for her. Loved her with violence so pure it felt holy. She should've screamed. Instead, she whispered, "Why me?" He stepped closer, brushing the rose across her lips. "Because you were born to be worshipped." And in the silence that followed, she realized she wanted the worship more than she feared the blood. ---

zade and adeline, every day life. (remade bc I lost my other acc xoxo)

She's fire wrapped in law books. He's silence soaked in secrets. Their story begins in a courtroom-opposite sides, unknown names, one message away from everything. What starts with a case becomes a collision. It's not fate. It's not chance. It's a storm they didn't plan to survive-together. But what happens when truth demands more than love ever promised?