Elana Gilbert Novels & Stories

For a second, the woman appeared to have been frozen, but with a crack of her knuckle, confidence made way to her face, and she cleared her throat, taking a glance at her leather wristwatch. A gentle reminder that they were working with time. “I'm the one sent to accompany you to your room, before you will be called out,” the woman announced, gesturing forward in a precise motion. “The name's Mrs. Gilbert.” At the mention of that, Elysia's brows knitted, almost coming together as she focused on only the face of the woman. She was about to take her eyes below, but just as she was taught by her grandmother, it was not ideal to look at someone's shoes when talking to them, and with that, Elysia

Her voice rose as she bared what she could. Damon and I exchanged puzzled looks. He looked as stunned as I felt. “How did you heal so quickly?” he asked. “Oh, now you pretend to be curious?” She rolled her eyes. “It’s Gerald. He gave me something when I complained—” “He did what?” Damon and I asked together. “Gerald, Gerald, Gerald.” I paced. “We are warning you and you are bragging about swallowing whatever he handed you?” “He fixed me, Kael.” Elara said, voice steady but smug.

Elena Gilbert, perfect fiancée of Martin Diaz, didn’t. As of two days ago, I was not her. I was Elena Gildert, not a victim, and not afraid. I fear nothing. If I kept telling myself that, maybe I wouldn’t be so shocked the next time Aiden decides to annoy the living crap out of me and I bit back.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

I said as I took the small white cat into my arms, tears welling up in its blue dainty eyes. "This kitten had a difficult life, but it is still standing, strong, and yearning for life," I explained. I am nothing more than a villain to this kitten, and I am also the type of person who would cause these kinds of bruises on other people. To make matters worse, people are being killed by me. But it's not a choice; it's a duty I've been assigned as an Étienne; an Ophidian. For a brief moment, I considered putting an end to the injured cat's suffering. But then I noticed a presence approaching. I turned to face the figure, only to discover... Another injured cat. It was Charlotte.

Gilbert continued, like a robot on autopilot. “What's your advice?” I asked. “M-my advice?” his eyes widened and he looked at me like he was seeing a stranger. “Well don't look so surprised,” I gave a shrug, standing up. “The problem is that I can't think straight right now. ” “You know what to do Trent. And even if you don't, you'll be ready when he comes. ” Gilbert said giving me a reassuring smile. I nodded. My main goal was to protect Alina from Evelyn and anyone else that tried to harm her.

I write to you with a heavy heart, burdened by circumstances beyond my control, my marriage with Lady Yessica Moonglade whom I never loved. Enclosed within this letter is Anna, the slave girl I promised as a gift for you. While her name may be unfamiliar to you, she holds great significance in my life. Anna is not an ordinary slave, Lord Gilbert. She is a beacon of light, a breath of fresh air, and a melody in the silence of my existence. She possesses remarkable beauty and immense love. She will show you the true essence of being loved and loving, just as she did for me.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

I sent her a basket of apples later on, but she never found out it was from me. I had picked up her scent; she was my mate. But I knew I couldn't be with her; she was an omega wolf, and I was an alpha, a primordial wolf. I didn't mark her. My mate had to be an alpha, but I had no interest in anyone but Gwen.

The lady exclaimed further, Gilbert blinked his eyelashes. ‘There’s only one person to do this’ he thought “May I please know who sent it? You know, I’m Adriana’s husband and I ought to know,” Gilbert asked hoping it’s not who he’s thinking. “Oh, I will print out the receipt now, just wait for few seconds,” The lady answered him going to print out the receipt then right away she came back with a slip and handed it over to Gilbert. Gilbert folded his fist and glowered when he saw the name on it, “Shit! Why did he freaking paid? Mig-“