Elastagirl Novels & Stories

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

Your average, unremarkable high school nobody. When people come over to visit, their eyes always land on the group photo by my bed. To my right in the picture is my cousin, Elisa. She’s the kind of person you’d expect to walk off a fashion runway and into your life. Every summer, she’d stay with us, dazzling everyone with her effortless charm. Now, she’s off at college in California, living her best life. Back in the day, she was the "It Girl" of Seayers High—every guy’s dream, every girl’s role model, and the Regina George of our small-town universe. Honestly, I wouldn’t be shocked if she ends up gracing the cover of Vogue someday.

She’d underestimated her impact—and the strength of the fan base she’d long since left behind. --- **NEWSFLASH: ELLAYA STONE RETURNS TO THE STAGE!** “She was the heartthrob of countless fans, capturing hearts from the tender age of three. With her sweet and melodious voice, she dominated the industry for years, singing for movies, albums, and live performances. But her sudden departure from the stage left fans heartbroken—until now. After years away, Ellaya Stone has returned, setting the world ablaze with her electrifying performance. Is this the beginning of her comeback? The world is watching.”

“Qualities like kindness, compassion, love and goodness of heart. No wonder some women were chosen to be Luna and not others.” She sprang to her feet. Her eyes were changing color. “And who the hell do you think you are to meddle in our affairs?” I let Uru come to the surface and she could see the change in my eye color as well. I can tell she was scared as she didn’t think I would fight her, being an outsider. But at the moment, I was ready to defend my friend, not minding any consequences. “Oh I’m sure you know who I am,” I said, standing up. This brought Calista out of her reverie. She stood up and was now in the middle though there was still a table separating us all.

His team is trained to kill with precision, and failure is not tolerated. Unit 2 - The infiltration team, Elara wore a red and black sexy low back dress with low neckline. Her red lips smirked a she smoke her cigarettes while tapping his stiletto high heels. Her long black hair flow freely at her back. Elara is ruthless and manipulative. Her sharp gray gaze seems to determine what is lies and what isn't. She is the epitome of betrayal and lust, using people like pawns to get what she wants.

Not a Hollow. A girl. She couldn’t have been older than ten, barefoot, wrapped in tattered white fabric, eyes black as pitch. Her hair was silver, long and tangled, and in her tiny hands she held a single obsidian stone that pulsed with a sickly green light. Rowan stepped back instinctively. Elara clutched his arm. I took a step forward. “Who are you?” The girl tilted her head. Her voice was soft. Too soft. “I am the Seed.”

She allowed herself to be led toward a cluster of women lounging near a grand piano, their gowns a rainbow of silks and satins from Paris and Milan. The circle included Susan Langford, a socialite with a trust fund larger than some countries' GDPs; Serena Frost, an influencer whose I*******m boasted millions of followers; and Margot Hale, a gallery owner known for her sharp tongue and sharper elbows. They turned as Elara approached, their smiles plastic and predatory.

I believed he was my prince charming, and I was his princess. “Val, be a little quick.” Suddenly, a soft voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned around and saw Elara, my best friend was standing at the door, dressed in a chic white dress. She was one year younger than me. Born in Texas. Her father was from America, and her mother was from Philippines. Her short hair looked curly, falling around her shoulders. She had Asian eyes, so the eyeliner made her look cute. Her lips were painted in a shade of rusty orange. But right now, she looked fierce, which made her lips pout and cheeks full. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Irritation plastered on her face. Mira and I get to be flyer girls mostly because Elara doesn’t have a choice, since the previous flyer girls she would easily switch us with left the mooncrest college. I noticed she’s been training Stacy and Ann to throw stunts, and to be more flexible so they could be thrown in the air as well.

“They said they would use Lyla, since they can’t get close enough to harm Elsa themselves.” “Lyla?” Piper blinked. “Who’s that?” “Well…” Cecil pulled out her phone and tapped into her photo gallery. “I took the liberty of finding out.” She tilted the phone toward Piper. The girl in the picture had a bright smile, curly brown hair falling in perfect ringlets around her shoulders, and wide hazel eyes that sparkled of innocence. Cecil continued, explaining “Lyla Fetcher. She's one of Elsa's mahy fake friends, or should I say minion. She's in the cheerleading team”