Novel & Cerita Elastagirl

She should be on the ground now! At the edge of the hall, a girl stood quietly with her head bowed. She wore a simple maid dress, her hair tied in a loose knot. Her name was Mira. She had been in the pack since childhood, a servant like Elara. She knew the pain of mockery, the sting of harsh words. She had watched Elara work, suffer, and still smile. She had seen her cry in silence when no one looked. And her heart had grown soft for her.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Vastria motioned for who ever was at the door to come in. A girl walked in dressed all in black. She wore tight black jeans and boots with a black t-shirt with a black leather jacket. This girl was tall with black wavy hair. She did not seem part of the rest of the demon staff. Her eyes resembled someone else’s eyes. Vastria stared at her for a bit wondering who she was. The girl bowed, “Lady Vastria, I have come to introduce myself. My name is Elcid. I will be taking over for my late brother.”

I raised an eyebrow and burst out laughing. "What am I? A message sender? You even made me a servant." She frowned and took a piece of paper from inside his bag. "Name your price. How much money do you want?" I stared for a moment at the check she took out and burst out laughing. "Okay, I get it. I'm not famous but are you serious? You don't know me?" I asked in disbelief. "Why, who are you?" She seemed impatient to ask. "I'm Florence Mil, Servancio Mil's only daughter. I'm a drag racer too." I said with mixed pride. Her eyes widened and she looked at me in disbelief.

She had short black hair and freckles on her face. “good day miss, I was sent to help you prepare” I opened the door wider for her to come in. she walked in and set her equipment down. “I’m Elena” “Camila, please” I sat down on the stool and she got to work doing my makeup first then my hair. Once she was done. I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror.

She started taking slow but hesitant steps towards her. "Good Morning, Ma'am," Ara said with a polite smile with her hands clasped in her front. El surveyed her from tip to toe. "Who are you?" El questioned as she curved her finely shaped brows. Ara wasn't surprised. She didn't have a striking personality or face to be cherished in people's memory nor was she offended. The girl was too sweet to get offended by such things. "I..I am Arabella Garcia. The caretaker of Angela," she answered. First El couldn't remember but things started to click the next second. The girl that she thought is gay but actually is bisexual, hitting on her and Killian both or maybe a golddigger.

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

She turns back to me. “I’m Estella but you can call me Esty, everyone does. It’s nice to meet you, Eliana.” “Call me Ellie,” I recite her words and she smiles a little wider. “Nice to meet you too.” I say, returning her smile and she nods. “Esty’s a good friend of mine from college, our families are affiliated with each other too.” Rina explains to me and I nod, Esty nods in return. “She runs a glamorous fashion house and has the best female clothes in the country.”

Exactly what Elara needs. She troops over to us from her regal lofty position, flipping her light hair back from her face like clockwork, certainly swaggering in her five-inch tall brilliant siphons. With a skirt around five crawls over the clothing regulation necessities and a shirt with all too many buttons scattered, she has effectively gotten the gazes of every kid in school.