Novel & Cerita El James

Elsie still had a list of questions to ask. "Oh, okay. I am sorry about that." "Jasmine, this is the form you asked for," a young man interrupted, and informed her, handing over a file to Jasmine. Elsie's pupils widened upon seeing him, and she pointed between Jasmine and the man in question, "Do you know him?" Jasmine stared at the man and Elsie, brows rumpling in confusion, "He is my friend, Liam Lang." Liam Lang? Elsie's eyes roamed about as thoughts swirled in her mind. She looked at his purple hair and feminine features, making him resemble the BTS member Taehyung. He was the same man who had been following her.

She turned to Elias, who was sitting across from her, his expression inscrutable. “Elias,” she said, her voice trembling. “I saw something… someone who looked exactly like me. She was standing on a cliff, whispering your name.” Elias’s eyes flickered with something that might have been a surprise or concern, but he quickly masked it with a calm demeanor. “Nyxterra is a place of echoes and shadows,” he said carefully. “It reflects the remnants of memories and emotions that have been lost or buried. It’s not uncommon for people to encounter visions of themselves or those they have known.”

Those words had haunted us for days as Amira dug, searched, pressed every thread until at last she found where the cave truly was. And now that we know, I am here on this road, steering closer with every mile. I told myself a thousand times that I owe Nadia nothing. That beast deserves nothing from me. Yet my hands grip the wheel, and this drive itself proves the lie. I do owe her. The night wind slips in through the crack of my window and washes over my face. Cold against my skin, sharp against my cheekbones — it almost feels like mockery. Who would have thought that I, Eleanor Rhys James, would be on my way to rescue a werewolf? A mutt. A bloody mutt.

The inside wasn’t any better as I could see the peels in the wall, faded paint and the air had a heavy scent of blood and death. “Welcome to the black market, child.” Of course I had already figured they were part of the black market, I was no fool. Looking around carefully I could see body parts of werewolves, elixirs, and rare monster parts. “Tell me your name child.” Osborne asked. “I’m Elsa.” The fear in my voice betraying my supposed poise. “Well Elsa, it’s too bad you’re the unlucky werewolf that was caught today. You can’t imagine what we plan to do with you.

Liam POV ​The coordinates do not lead to a sci-fi base. They lead to a decommissioned lighthouse on a private island off the coast of Maine. It is a place of salt, rotting wood, and cold stone. It is a place for a quiet murder, not a global takeover. ​I push the boat toward the rocky shore. The waves hit the hull with a heavy thud. The engine hums. My heart is a faster rhythm. ​Eleanor has my mother. My mother is a woman who loves gardens and old books. She does not belong in this damp, gray hell.

I said it was a bit awkward. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said, taking my hand as he placed a kiss on my knuckles, “I must say, you both look so alike, even your eyes.” James said with a smile, he looked like a nice guy. “Oh Elena's eyes aren't blue, they're actually hazel. She has contact on for some personal reasons but she can take it off so you can see her beautiful eyes, right Elena?” Elara said clearly excited as she went to stand beside James who held her on her waist.

The only thing cutting through the mountain’s groan was the buzz of the transmitter against Jasmine’s hip. Elara stood on a ledge of cracked black glass. One hand was pressed to her ribs, trying to hold herself together. From her fingertips dripped something that shouldn’t exist — gold and shadow and white fire, all swirling together. Where it hit the ground it sizzled, burning right through the violet words Jasmine had carved into this place. “You’re making the mistake of a bureaucrat, Jasmine,” Elara said. Her voice was low and it made the violet mist in the vault shiver. “You think because you bought the ink, you own the story.”

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Dragging him with me, I bought two cups and handed one to him as payment for my ticket. He shook his head but still collected it. Thereafter, we walked around for a while, deciding which of the rides to take. We finally decided on the Ferris wheel. We stood there waiting for the passengers on it to get down. Just then, we saw Jake heading towards us. He was with a girl with black midnight hair. She looked pretty. "Hi guys". He greeted us. "Yo! Mate. Was bored so I decided to come. It's nice though". Chris replied.

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.