El Forastero 2 Novels & Stories

She hums, “sorry, I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” An enigmatic laugh slips past his lips. “My apologies, I'm Adrian Isidro.” “Hmm, that’s a very dreamy name you have there. What are you, a Prince?” Romano’s lips twist into a smirk. “You might just be right.” With a surge of confidence bolting through her veins, Elsida stretches an arm towards him. “Lead the way Adrian.” Tonight’s MUST-DO: Forget Julien Benoît and how he shattered your heart beyond measures.

The Salvador famous heir, is marrying someone who already has such a grown up big mouth daughter. “Provalo e ti ammazzo, cazzo” (Try it and I will fucking murder you.) She was yet to pull the smile from her face and it had turned into something creepy. I wasn’t enjoying both their companies because I wasn’t fucking understanding what they both were saying. It was having a bad effect on my anger. Max resumed his eyes back on me. “Well it’s a pleasure meeting you Elena.” He broadened a smirk on his lips, before he pulled his body back.

I pulled away to catch my breath, the swift withdrawal caused him to nudge his face against mine. “Marco Conti,” tears streamed from my eyes. My shaky hands wiped his face as if he was the one tearing up. “I love you. I need you. I'll be wherever you are.” He bit down his bottom lip and nodded. I could tell he was holding back a sob. “Elara Saint Clair, mio cioccolato bianco.” The pads of his thumbs trapped the tears on my cheeks and brushed them off. “I'll be your rock. Your confidant. Your safe haven.”

He licked her neck again, harder this time. A deep, satisfied chuckle rumbled from his chest, sending shivers through her. "You like it," he whispered. Elara’s eyes fluttered closed. She couldn’t deny it. She felt everything–his stubble, his warm lips, his slow, deliberate touch. She was lost, her body completely giving in to the warmth, the pressure, and the feeling of him. Marco's lips brushed against her ear again, his voice husky. “Non è colpa mia se sei così irresistibile.” (It’s not my fault that you’re so irresistible.)

"Tyler!" Realizing she couldn't get a clear line inside the covered terrace due to the thick safety glass and the mountain interference, Elara stood up. She looked down at Leo, who was happily focused on his dessert. She bent down, kissing Leo’s forehead gently. "Mommy is going to step right outside the glass doors for one second to call Daddy back, okay? Stay right here and eat your chocolate. I can see you right through the glass." "Okay, Mommy!" Leo nodded happily, his little tongue sticking out as he went back to licking his chocolate.

Eli frowned. “I found it in one of Mom’s old cloud folders.” Elena froze completely. Oh no. Lucian looked at the timestamp. Six years earlier. His pulse slowed sharply. Eli watched both adults carefully now. The video resumed accidentally before anyone could stop it. Younger Elena appeared on-screen smiling brightly while walking through sunlight somewhere along the Amalfi coast. Then Lucian stepped briefly into frame beside her. Relaxed and happy. His arm slid naturally around her waist. And for one devastating second, his hand rested protectively against her stomach.

"Why on earth are you looking at a piece of fruit with such a sad, scary expression?" I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat, my voice dropping into a quiet, hollow whisper as I looked away from her. "I... I used to buy that exact same fruit all the time for my ex-boyfriend, Stefan." Elda’s eyes widened in instant understanding, her soft expression instantly hardening into a look of pure, protective anger. "Oh, gross," she muttered, a deep scowl settling onto her features. Without a single second of hesitation, she spun around and threw the expensive dragon fruit straight across the room, letting it drop carelessly into the trash can.

Kael’s cold voice cut through the intercom like ice. “Lucas, tell whoever is there to get off my property right now.” Elara pretended she hadn’t heard the harsh command. She turned to Lucas with a calm expression that barely masked her rising anger. “What did he say?” Lucas shifted uncomfortably, his handsome face showing clear unease. “He said you should leave right now, ma’am.” Elara’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. “What the fuck?” she muttered, then raised her voice. “How dare he chase me away like some stray dog sniffing around his territory?”

He winks and I roll my eyes. "Go have your bath.... and come have breakfast." "Don't you wanna shower with me...." he says coming over to where I was and nuzzling my neck. I breathe in and quickly move away from him. He's really a badass at flirting. "Stop flirting." I say as I poke his chest slightly He chuckles and walk out of the room to the ensuite bathroom. I sit on the couch as I picked my phone. There was a text from Stacy. *HEY LES, ARRIVED ALREADY HUH?. I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T DEVOURED HIM JUST YET. DON'T FORGET THERE'S C O N DOMS, MAKE SURE TO MAKE GOOD USE OF IT, NOT READY TO BE AN AUNT YET.

Some of the woman visitors did not even hesitate to take photos of Caspian, and Elora was not happy when she saw it. Elora wanted to run over there, grabbing their hair, snatching and destroying the cellphones that were pointing at her man— “El,” Javier’s voice brought Elora back to reality. “You—did you just growl?” “Hah?” Elora looked at Javier, confused. “Growling?” “You… you growl like a beast,” Javier said hesitantly, unsure of his choice of words. The towel wrapped around Elora’s shoulders slumped down. Elora and Javier stared at each other in silence. Panic crept up on Elora. She won’t change, right? Are the fangs coming out from behind her lips now? Werewolves have fangs too, right?