روايات وقصص ضمن El James

she stated and turned her back to return in the capital. • • • • • Elijah was standing at the cemetery cave which was under the earth, staring at the dead body of the greatest King Ramos. His eyes were covered with two big white pearls, each for one, according to the traditions for the rulers of Imperium. "Father!" suddenly a whisper echoed the cave, making him flinch. "Esmeralda, is it you?" A girl with two tight braids on her head emerged in that cave, she wouldn't be more than ten. Her smile was cheerful, she looked like a little creature full of happiness. Her full name was Esmeralda Longleaf, she was the only child of Elijah.

“Yes, sir?” “Who is that?” He pointed discreetly. She followed his gaze. “The old woman? That’s Margot Langley, the philanthropist. She’s—” “No. The boy.” Gemma squinted. “Oh. That’s… Elias something. I think he works in the hotel’s library annex. Student worker. Lives in the staff dorms. Why?” Dominic didn’t answer. He just set his glass down. “Shall I send someone to bring him up?”

Elsa was puzzled. "not someone with the same name, right? are you talking about the heir of LN Group? Raymond Yates?" Elsa nodded. Melissa took a deep breath, look Elsa, and said gingerly, "do you know that Raymond Yates is a gay?" Elsa widened her eyes and forgot to blink. she was truly astonished.

She mounted her bicycle. As he was about to respond, something caught his eye. He turned, and Emily followed his gaze. There, walking towards them, was none other than Elsa. They watched as Elsa emerged from a gleaming white Lamborghini, her heels clicking against the pavement. She nodded to the driver before walking towards the entrance, her dark hair flowing behind her.

I looked up over Elara’s braided red hair. Ethan was kneeling at the edge of the knoll, right where the grass ended and the damp mud of the secondary river path began. He was pointing his flashlight at the ground, his eyes scanning the wet earth with a microscopic intensity. I stood up slowly, lifting Elara with me, keeping my arm locked around her waist to support her weight as her cracked ribs groaned. We walked over to the edge of the path, Jasmine following us like a ghost, her hands clutched over her mouth to choke back her own sobs. Jasmine was trembling so violently her knees nearly buckled against the tall grass, her eyes wide with a frantic, unyielding guilt.

He nodded, saying nothing, asking nothing. Livia continued, “Back in that cave, I saw a man… the one who trained her, someone incredibly dangerous. He’s cunning, unpredictable—he saw through our plan with almost nothing to go on. She and I both believe he’s a serious threat.” Elias chimed in, “His name is Jim, though you may know him by other aliases. In the underworld, he’s practically a myth. His influence is widespread—he’s trained countless assassins, thieves… and many still follow his orders. No real name, just identities. Emma left a note: once he’s got his eyes on you, you’re not shaking him off.”

Elijah has many secrets. For example, he has an extraordinarily sharp sense of smell, capable of detecting scents that ordinary people can’t perceive. If Elijah calls something "stinky," it likely has something to do with poison... Amelia tapped her finger lightly on the stand, lost in thought, pondering whether she should tell Mr. Jenkins about the similar scent she had noticed in his study. The fragrance of the medicine there was eerily similar to that of Miss Cromwell from earlier...

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

My heart stops, and the wind seems to hold her breath as Duncan opens it. His eyebrows raise, and he shows the contents to James. There’s a white rock within it that seems to absorb the moonlight. Is it the Heart of the Moon? Or a replica? I wonder if I will ever know. James nods, then pushes me forward. I stumble the few paces away from the Northlands Wolves, the long grass snagging on my skirts. And then I am on the Borderlands side of this war. Marius, my betrothed and my new captor, at my side.