Elaine Unordinary Novels & Stories

Kayla interrupted, looking livid. Two months ago, when Jena was arrested for manipulating her principal’s sixteen-year-old son into stealing from his own mother, Kayla had been in Florence, attempting to hire a chef. This came after she realized that cooking—among other things—was not her forte, especially after nearly burning down Dylan’s kitchen trying to make him breakfast.

I asked Elaine, as she plopped down on the bed exhausted. “I literally went from house to house after getting a list of all the old people on the land, but I couldn't find anyone suspicious. They're all clean. I think I might lose all my memories completely if this goes on like this. The only thing I remember from that world is a name, and that's my daughter's.” Elaine lamented, looking completely haunted and tormented. “Let's relax. Everything would fall in place. Remember the unicorn told Luna that if she could face her selfishness, then she would find the author? It means someone is watching her to truly see if she's facing her selfishness. How's it? Do you find kids adorable now?”

Once it opened, she peeked by sliding only her head between the gap. Laura scanned the room before she tiptoed her way into the bedside. She sat by the chair and locked Elaine’s hand with her own. Unknowingly, her tears started flowing down her cheeks from the pitiful state the former Luna was in. Elaine lost a considerable amount of weight and her skin was as pale as a ghost, opposite to her previously radiant glowing complexion. Her cheekbones became prominent, highlighting her eyes, which appeared to have sunk deeper. Her lips were cracked, and the burns on her wrists and ankles were not healing despite the medication.

I knew she had been shaken by the events of the day but I let her enjoy her quiet. The drive back home was quiet and I was calming down from my run in with Maya until I saw a white unfamiliar sedan parked in front of the house. I wasn't expecting anyone and Edward had not called to inform me that someone was waiting for me. Caila stepped out of the car and headed towards the door, I followed closely trying to remember any schedule I had forgotten but nothing was coming. Caila walked into the house and gasped, I rushed in after her only to see her staring at man with a shoulder length hair and green eyes.

she corrected me, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Sorry for that. I'm not good with names. Anyway, you're really good at frying salted eggs, huh," I said. I felt like I'd tasted the sea because of the saltiness! Did she pour all the salt in here? No wonder Liam isn't eating it! Even dogs can't eat this! "What?! Wai—"

From it, she pulled a small, neatly folded note—something clearly not meant to be carried casually. “This,” she said, sliding it across the table, “is from Olivia. Before things went wrong, she knew something big was coming for Eliana. She left behind a few messages. This is one of them.” Hunter unfolded the paper with trembling hands. The familiar handwriting of Olivia stared back at him. > “Eliana is special. Remember what makes her different: She dances under the full moon, Listens to lullabies, And always whispers ‘Mom’ when she’s hurting.

Evelyn had always wanted a child. They named her Elara. And for a while, life was quiet. But the signs came early. --- She didn’t bleed like normal children. A cut on her knee would heal within seconds, the blood thick and dark, like ink. She never got sick. Animals avoided her. Mirrors in the house cracked without reason. Sometimes, she’d speak words in her sleep—words in a language neither of them understood, but which made the windows rattle and the lights flicker. Still, they kept her secret.

Seraphine asked, her tone light, though something about the question made Elena uneasy. The table fell quiet for a moment. Elaine looked mildly annoyed, Rowan looked bored, and Kael seemed completely unaware that anything was strange. Seraphine's gaze lingered on the book before she smiled faintly. “I always liked stories where someone ordinary discovers they were extraordinary all along. They are unrealistic, but there is something comforting about them.” Then she looked directly at Elena. “What about you? Do you enjoy stories like that?”

The world did not stop for Eleanor Vance’s prognosis. Keila needed new shoes because her feet, incredibly, were growing. The supermarket had a sale on the cereal she liked. The sink developed a slow, nagging drip. Life, in its mundane, relentless way, demanded to be lived alongside the crisis.

On the bright side maybe she would make friends today, she thought and laughed sarcastically at her predicament. Sara went down the staircase, beads of sweat falling from her face. Her heart was racing and she thought anyone standing beside her will definitely hear it. She never knew her home where she spent all her years in was extraordinarily big. “Grip yourself together, Sara,” His uncle came from behind and held her hand. She composed herself, not wanting to embarrass herself and her uncle. She did not even realize she was almost passing out. Sara stood beside her Uncle and his family. She could feel Aunt Mary’s stares. She could even read her mind, perhaps she was regretting telling her