Elbaf Nami Novels & Stories

Esther was about to say something when the mother arrives, "The you should do good instead of making my head hurt!" We both stop when Nimfa just rolled her eyes on her mother which is a typical gesture of her age, "Whatever Mom! Anyway doc, who is she?" Nimfa ask and before Esth answer it the mother suddenly has a phonecall so she needs to go out of the room. "Ahmmm she is my friend Amber, she is a chef!" Esth proudly said while Nimfa stare at me from head to toe,

Damn Nami! _______

Deg! I don't think I can hear my heartbeat anymore when I remember the names that Nami's father and the man said. Elena, the name I have always considered the most beautiful name in the world because that was my mother name. Suddenly my body began to tremble, as much as possible I held back the strange emotions bubbling in my heart. There are many Elenas on this earth! And there are many Alliando names on this earth too! But... dammit, if they hadn't mentioned Richardson Evans, I probably wouldn't have been this scared! "Huh? Shasha isn't home yet?"

Lord Beluar came up, keeping a safe distance from the agitated falcon. "Lord Beluar can't come, it is widely known there was a battle between them." The elflord looked apologetic, "That is true, it would be too suspicious." "I can't even use my handmaidens as they need to stay near me," Niamh stroked the bird-of-prey, her mind racing. Neither of her two most-trusted elves could help her, but who else could fit in, have a believable reason to be there, and be able to slip away without notice.

Pencil bump on the thumb. I take his hand. His palm is warm and dry and a little rough. He pulls me to my feet, and I am standing closer to him than I planned. I have to tilt my head back to look at his face. The streetlamp makes his eyes look almost gold. "Your name," I say. "What is your real name?" "Eli." "Eli," I say again. It fits him. Simple. Strong. "And yours?" "Nubia." "Nubia." He says it slowly, like he is trying to get the feel of it right in his mouth. "That is a beautiful name."

“But before I give you the dusts, I want to know the name of your friend.” “His name is Finrod, your Majesty.” “Finrod? The elf Prince of Skeifaiah?” Ellaine kept quiet. How can she answer if she didn’t know it herself? Finrod refused her presence in the first place while Margarette.. Well, she always promised to tell her everything yet.. Never mind. “Very well, my child, I’ll give you what you need for the elf Prince. Lenriad can’t afford to let a great warrior like him to die in such a way.”

This was indeed a perfect strategy, Hayley looked at Elena and gave her a smile after that she asked, “tell me something.” “What?” Elena spoke. “Is Niam really an evil person? I had meet him today and he was very civil with me, he treated me with kindness and was also very polite to me.” Elena pressed her lips together and thought, “um… I have never personally met Niam and I have never observed him either all my knowledge comes from what Jasmines tells me. So, I can’t really say, you would get to know him soon, since you would spend more time with him.”

Niamh smiled mischievously as she whispered back, “And his name is Dummy, not Dami.” “You! Niffy! You...!” Damian yelled at her, but even if he was upset, he didn’t dare to come close. He walked back instead. The moment Damian stepped away, his ears and tails slowly disappeared. He was just tired of listening to Niamh’s impish remarks. Elle turned at him. Her starry eyes were curious, but Damian turned his face away. If they were closer to him, they would notice a slight blush on his face. Fortunately, even if Elle felt bad about it, the attention span of a four-year-old like her was short. So when she saw something cool, she would immediately shift her mind and yell, “Big Wolf! Strong! Cool

I was about to nod again but immediately clamped my head down. Eiiich!! Occasionally she made fun of me. Suddenly there was the sound of clapping. Our eye reflex see the direction of sound. A young man with a casual look approached us. Tall, slanted eyes, pure white skin, hair covered by a black cap. "Bravo! Brovo! So nice brother!" "Thank you. How do you do?" I answered elegantly. Luna, my wife must see her husband is so cool when communicate.

He introduces himself. I remember that Bryan introduced him to us on his birthday because it was easy for us to get space in their magazine for ads, especially for tech reviews. "Yes, I remember you, Mr. Fabian. Nice seeing you here." Liz said. He smirked. "Don't be too formal, Liz. Just call me Gian." Handsome but too cocky. "Okay," Liz said, smiling at the cocky guy.