Elana Gilbert Novels & Stories

The search for Annalise had taken an unexpected turn, but one, I hoped, that would lead us to her. The forest floor, damp and littered with fallen leaves, crunched under our feet as Elara led me on a relentless trek. The dense foliage cast an eerie twilight, the only sound the rustling of unseen creatures and the erratic pounding of my own heart. Elara, a silent specter in the gloom, navigated the winding paths with an uncanny ease. Her knowledge of these woods was far beyond anything I’d expected from a young girl. Every twist and turn, every fallen log, seemed etched into her memory.

Gilbert, with a slight sneer, retorted, "Why can't I touch you?" Halsey looked up and immediately noticed the visible hickey on Gilbert's neck, a mark Sienna had left earlier. Halsey's eyes narrowed in disgust. "You're disgusting!"

Gilly noticed her strange behavior. “Elara, why do you keep going around the long hallway?” Gilly asked teasingly as they passed each other with folded linens. Elara lowered her eyes. “No reason.” Gilly smiled knowingly. “There’s always a reason when you start avoiding someone.” Elara sighed and whispered, “He keeps looking at me.” “Who?” Gilly pressed. “The young Alpha. Lucas of the Howlers Pack,” Elara said in a small voice. Gilly’s eyes widened. “He looked at you?”

I had to work to focus on the man strapped to a chair in front of me. Snake blubbering in the chair beside him wasn’t helping. Ghost was shaking his head. “Subject Thirty-Eight—” I stilled. “My name is Elara.” I turned my back on him, my gaze meeting Gavin’s. He held it for a beat, then looked over my shoulder at someone. He gave them a small nod, and seconds later the coppery tang of blood filled the air. Ghost made a wet, gurgling sound, then fell silent.

My gaze remained fixed on the door as I wondered who the man was and what his intentions were for helping me out. “You'll be alright,” the doctor reported, retracting his stethoscope from my chest. “You just need a little rest,” he continued. I tilted my head in all directions and as soon as he walked away, I turned to my right side. My memories reeled in like a movie tape, building up a migraine along with it. I could recall the brutal scene. That was how I wanted to describe it. I was too humiliated to admit I let him have his way. These memories came with pain. Elaine was a monster, I said to myself. A ruthless, self-obsessed demon, I cried.

As she washed, memories continued to surface in brutal clarity. She remembered how Kael’s knot had felt the first time he took Lila, bigger, more insistent, as if the fated bond amplified everything. How he had made Elara watch from the corner, stroking himself back to hardness while buried inside the omega. The way Lila’s innocent facade had cracked to reveal a venomous, power-hungry bitch who orchestrated Elara’s downfall with whispers, poisons, and stolen alliances.

he says as we make our way towards the other trainees who got selected. I just give him a polite smile to say that i am ok with it. He introduced me to 25 trainees. I already know orphalia, in short Li. All the others seems to be nice. Except one girl melanie, if her eyes are really capable of producing daggers, then i would have been dead by now. She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by.

Cato said, “They had Jess until Elias helped her escape and they still have her parents. I spoke to their leader on the phone and he’ll kill them if we don’t hand Milly Megestanis over at dusk tonight.” My smile dropped as I paused, the corkscrew half in the champagne bottle. Cato had been Alpha less than an hour. Forty-one minutes, to be precise. And our enemies were already pouring in. There go my plans with Ella tonight. “They want Milly Megestanis? Why? Who are they?” “He never said his name, but he said he’s an old friend of yours,” Elias said. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What did he look like?” “Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.”

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

Celia soon joined her on the floor as they both took turns, pleasuring him with their mouths. Gilbert leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed and his mind drifting to a woman with chocolate brown eyes and silky black hair, her skin the color of coffee with just the right amount of cream. He remembered the touch of her lips against his, the feel of her skin as she writhed in pleasure under him and the sound of her voice as she moaned and screamed his name in ecstasy. And he came, hard, his orgasm wracking through his body as he shuddered violently, shooting his cum into the faces of the two women at his feet. Opening his eyes, he whispered softly, "Maybelline"