Novel & Cerita Elder Maxson

Third Person's POV Elmer wailed dramatically, "Dad! You can't do this to me! Everything in the Dalton family was supposed to be mine! How can you leave it all to an outsider?" "Outsider?" Aldridge's tone turned sharp. "Every inch of this family is a legacy from my eldest brother! All these years, you've lived off the money Vanya brought in. And yet, you dare to harm her?" Aldridge had always seen Elmer as merely wayward. He'd never expected his son to sink to such monstrous ingratitude.

And protecting in the only way he knew. Jacob stepped forward and placed a hand on his father’s shoulder. “I’m sorry we doubted you.” The old man nodded but said nothing. Edward sighed, glancing toward the coastline. “Then let’s not waste more time. We’ve got to get to Alexandro.” Ysolde smiled faintly. “Lead the way.” Together, the group moved down the path, the torchlight flickering against the wind. Edward walked beside his father for the first time in weeks, stealing glances at the man who, for years, had been the unshakable pillar of their family.

One of them, Elder Marcus, stood up when he saw me. "Last month, my son was attacked by rogues, his guts were nearly spilling out. It was Eloise who snatched him from death's door. She is so important to this pack, we all thought you would..." Slade set his glass down, the sharp clink echoing through the hall. He laughed softly, shaking his head as if Marcus had told a funny joke. "Elder Marcus." His tone was light, but dismissive. "You're getting sentimental in your old age."

“He’s already asked for a call at one. Says he ‘prefers to resolve in conversation.’” “Of course he does,” I said dryly. “We resolve in writing. If he wants a call, I want an agenda and a recording” And for a second, just a second, I found myself ignoring Maxine’s presence in the company completely. “I want the two of you to be here if there is anything to handle.” Both of them nodded, and Elias stood. “You have a spine men like that pretend to respect. Make them prove it.” Something in me loosened, an old muscle remembering its use. “Thank you, Mr. Gray.”

“Nor did I have anyone to help me with it.” “We’re going to be late.” I said, making him chuckle. Having checked on Isla, I knew that Evelyn was going to be the one to take care of her for the day. She was happier doing that. I didn't understand why at first, but I knew that it made her feel like she was doing something. This was her granddaughter and she was happy being around her. Damon had his arm wrapped around me as the driver took us to the company. Today, he didn't want to be the one to drive. He wanted to sit by my side in the back seat, hold me in his arms as he did.

Silas barked a laugh, his face tilting up towards the sky. "You can never be too prepared, Son. Besides, I don't want to become like Clive, beer gut and that grey look about him. It's unsettling." I grimaced at the thought of the elf. He worked at a butcher shop in the village. How he got such great kills, I would never know, but I guess judging a book by its cover wasn't the best way to know someone. But to be fair, the stories about Elvin didn't help his cause; he was a brutish pig who scammed more fae out of money than most. But he did so within the laws making him untouchable. "So, what's really got you bothered, Erik? Ever since Damon's coronation, you have been somewhere else." I press

The Elders consisted of five powerful pure bloods; mainly Marcus, Rockilian, Talon, Connor and lastly, me. Talon's a handful of us all. He had short dark brown hair, spiked in different directions. His piercing brown eyes was a death trap for the ladies. His trademark smirk was his most prized physical attribute, thus dubbed him the womanizer of the Elders. Though he may have mastered the art of undressing a woman in five seconds flat, his cunning nature and ingenuity comes in handy on dire situations.

I had lost track of who was speaking and how their voices sounded. "You saw her by the boundary and the first place you thought to bring her was here? What if this is some Trojan horse plot?" The voice was young and bold, yet it commanded so much authority. "Who is she?" He asked again. "We don't know, sir, but…" the man was silent again. There was a ruffle. "But what, Maverick?" "Daxton says she looks like Hope Embers." There was a long beat of silence before I heard the man speak again. I needed to see who this man was. I struggled to open my eyes and noticed I was in a big hall.

Peach answered, turning her head to face him, smiling. The long hand on the wall clock rested on ten, and the brightness of the television reflected in Josh's eyes as he watched Senator Butcher deliver, “If I could go back in time to the second Josh Hayes approached me, I would have done things differently, like remember that Elmer Hayes is behind bars because of Elijah Darius... I mean, Elijah Maxwell stood up for his wife’s right, fought for her, and gave her back the company that her grandfather gave her in his will...”

As if he had to wait for his son to come back, Commander Elmer clearly only had his last breath, but he still held on. There were people standing inside and outside of Commander Elmer's bedroom. When he saw Robert and Laura coming back, he consciously made a way out, and someone immediately said, "The young marshal is back! The young marshal is back!" Mrs. Elmer sat on the bed Head, holding back tears, he hurriedly greeted Robert, "Robert, come here, your father has something to explain to you!" Robert and Laura hurried over, when Commander Elmer saw his son coming, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, squeezed his son's hand tightly with all his strength, and said the last sentence with d