Elara Quinn Novels & Stories

a sharp, high-pitched voice called out from the upper balcony. Everyone turned toward the sound. The rhythmic clack-clack-clack of high heels echoed down the grand staircase. A stunning blonde woman with striking light eyes descended the steps with effortless grace. "Elara," I muttered under my breath, my jaw clenching. Had she just returned from her overseas vacation? My mood plummeted into absolute darkness. Elara Quinn was currently the absolute last person on this planet I wanted to face. Elara carried a practiced, dazzling smile on her face. She glided past the frozen servants and stopped right before Lucien and Kael, tilting her head in a polished, arist

Nothing careless. But there was restraint there. In the way she stood just inside the doorway instead of filling it. In the way her gaze flicked once, briefly, to Mara’s hands before returning to her face. “Mrs. Cross?” Mara asked. Elara hesitated—just a fraction of a second—then nodded. “Yes.” “My name is Mara Quinn. I’m here on behalf of Cross Capital Partners.” She kept her voice even. Grounded. No polish. No unnecessary warmth. Civilians often trusted calm more than friendliness.

"Can you do that? Can you convince a dying woman that you care about her daughter?" "I can play any part necessary." "That's not the same thing." "It's close enough." He held out his hand. "Do we have a deal, Ms. Quinn?" Elara looked at his hand, elegant, expensive watch with no wedding ring yet. This was it. The point of no return. Once she shook his hand, once she signed those papers, she'd be selling herself into a marital cage for a year. She thought of her mother's smile. Her father's legacy. The company that bore his name. The life she'd built and watched crumble.

"I ran her face through our internal security database and the city public records. It took twenty minutes." I looked down at the tablet screen. A clear photograph of her face appeared. She had warm hazel eyes, long auburn hair, and a bright, confident smile. It was taken before her cheek was purple and swollen. "Her name is Elara Rooke," Theo said, leaning his hands on the edge of the desk. "She is twenty-eight years old. She is the founder and CEO of Aurevia Skin, that local luxury cosmetics brand in Larkspur Quarter."

Twelve was number Elara had. Elara, first Starlight Queen, 500 years ago, had twelve heirs, twelve small thrones in East Wing that had been prison, then school, now army. Mara killed eleven, hid one — Liora, Elena's mother, who burned to hide Elena. Elena had five — Lily 6, queen of small chairs who fixed toilet, Maya 28, mother who protected, Jake 15, angry lights thinking of sister, Aisha 14, healer who healed rot, Mrs. Chen 62, heir of market with glowing hydrangeas.

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

Miss Clarkson began, “Because the last three days without you two have been bliss. Cato, get to the front now. You’ve already wasted enough of my time this year. And Elias, get your feet off the table.” I begrudgingly grabbed my textbook and pen. “Football at lunch?” I asked Elias as he dragged his feet off the desk. He gave me another awkward smile, “Whatever you want to do.” The lesson was tedious. I sat next to a girl named Eleonora. She was a Stella wolf, but fortunately, she had no interest in sucking up to me. That was the only redeeming factor. Apart from that, she was a sour, stiff teacher’s pet with a severe lack of humour.

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

Tessa screamed. “Oh, right!” Elara’s eyes flew wide open. Today was the day—the day Daniel and his family would finally fall. “I need to get ready.” “You should,” Tessa agreed. “I won’t be able to come. My parents didn’t allow me.” “Okay, make sure to watch the news,” Elara responded before ending the call. She quickly jumped out of bed and stripped off her clothes, heading for the bathroom. After a quick shower, she dried off, applied lotion, and slipped into a short, elegant dress. She combed her hair, then hurried out of her room.