Aot Ilse Novels & Stories

END OF FLASHBACK That above all else is the reason Carlos seduced Isabel and put up with her high-handed behavior towards him. “I can’t give up now.” Carlos mumbled to himself, glaring at the door where Isabel’s curvy figure walked through a minute ago.

“The others will follow whoever presents better.” This was Ilse’s way of saying: this is winnable if you do it right, and I am telling you so because I am not paid to flatter you. I nodded. She left without further comment, which meant she had opinions about this situation and was making the professional decision not to voice them, which was its own comment. I stood at the window for another minute. Then I went to find Soren.

Then she rounds the corner with three bags slung across her body, a weatherproof pack banging against her hip, and her blond hair piled on top of her head like it gave up on gravity halfway through. She looks exactly the same as she always does. Like she couldn’t give a damn about what anyone thinks, while still managing to be the most gloriously attractive single female in the vicinity. She grins when she sees me. “Hey, Chris.” “Ilsa.” I smirk. “Still dragging around ten kilos of cryptid teeth and conspiracy notebooks, I see.” “Shut up. One of those notebooks helped me survive a three-day detour through fog that whispered. Whispered, Chris. I don’t care what Soren says, that was not weather

Dear Wise Grandma, My name is Princess Anatonia of Astora, daughter of King Albus and Queen Amera. I snuck out of the castle last night at 12 hoping to come here to a land different than my own. While we were on the ship Raven(one of the maids I brought with me) said she knew why maybe my parents wanted me not to go off the island, but to make sure she said we needed to visit you. On our way to your hut Raven, Bella(another maid I brought with me), Tony, and Leo(both knights in training) got captured by people we don’t know. Right now I am all alone sitting in tree writing to you. I found out I have this strange power to hear and respond to people's thoughts and make quill and parchment appe

It confused her. “V-Vienna,” Elise stammered quietly. “I don’t want to be here, please,” she begged her friend. Vienna had taken off the cloak she was wearing. The moment she smelled Elise's scent sour in anxiety, she wrapped the cloak around Elise, covering her head with the hood as she entwined her hands together.