Elia Got Novels & Stories

Stella Grace gave Eli Wayne a call after showing her final respects to her mother. "Natalie, I have some good news. Sean has signed the contract with Aneira. He promised me that I could travel for a month with my baby. Hahahahaha, my happy days are finally coming," Eli said happily as soon as she answered the phone.

Arsel My sons were no longer pups. Kael could rally an entire council to arms with a single call, and Elian had stopped a forest fire by forcing miles of roots to drink from a river without changing its course. Both had survived enough training with Mother to develop a healthy relationship with fear. None of that could stop part of me from seeing them with scraped knees. “You’re going to wear a hole through the floor,” Elaine said. I stopped pacing.

but the physical gravity of a son. ​"You're getting better at that," Elara said, leaning her head against the back of the chair. Her eyes were rimmed with red, her hair pulled back in a messy knot. To the world, she was the Triage Authority. To Liam, she was the woman who had survived a war and won. ​"I’m learning that they aren't made of glass," Liam said, looking down at Caleb. "Though I still feel like my heart is walking around outside my body. It’s a terrifying way to live, Elara."

He loved hearing stories about the past—about how Great-grandfather Ivan and Great-grandmother Elena fought their way through betrayal and darkness to build this empire. "One day," Elian said seriously, "I will protect this family too. Just like you did." Elara, on the other hand, was a tornado of energy. She was artistic, loud, funny, and fearless. She loved sports, music, and fashion. She was the princess who everyone adored, but she had a temper that could match Violet’s. "If anyone bullies someone," Elara would say, puffing her cheeks, "I will kick them!" When they turned ten years old, they started attending a prestigious school in the city.

she whispered, “was smart.” ⸻ Elara ended the live. ⸻ And for the first time— A small, real smile touched her lips. ⸻ ⸻ Across the city— Elena watched the livestream replay. ⸻ Her grip tightened around her phone. ⸻ “What is she doing?” she muttered. ⸻ Because that— Wasn’t panic. ⸻ That wasn’t defense. ⸻ That was strategy. ⸻ And it was working.

“He doesn’t know I’m calling.” That seemed to catch her attention. “Interesting. You finally learned to keep secrets.” “I’m not playing games, Elara,” I said, my tone steady. “Victoria has Morgan. And she’s working on something that uses my DNA and Liam’s. She’s making children.” Her tone softened, but only slightly. “Ah. Project EVE. I warned her that it would get messy.” “So you know about it?” “I helped design it.” I froze. “You what?” Elara chuckled. “Relax, darling. I didn’t know she was using your full genetic sequence. But I can tell you this much: she's building an heir. A version of you who will obey.”

AVA I woke up the next morning with Liam's words echoing in my head. "Once I have full custody, I won't need her anymore." The betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound. I'd signed away my freedom for nothing but borrowed time with my son. The sound of Eli's laughter drifted down the hallway, and I followed it like a lifeline. I found him in the playroom with Elena, who was teaching him to count in what sounded like Spanish. "Uno, dos, tres," Eli repeated carefully, clapping his hands.

Layla's genuine concern for Elias contrasted starkly with her treatment of Rachel. Ellie, on the verge of tears, pleaded, "Rachel, how could you do this? Do you know how happy Elias and I were when we found out we had a sister? You've indeed suffered all these years, but Mom had her reasons! Can't you just treat us nicer, considering we share the same mom?" Ellie portrayed the image of a damsel in distress, feigning innocence and a sense of being wronged. She was almost on the brink of tears. Although not the brightest, she displayed strong feelings of jealousy and infatuation with handsome men.

It contained a loaf of stale bread, a jar of generic peanut butter, and a bottle of cheap cleaning spray. It was an insult. She was treating me like a charity case again. I did not take the basket. "You can keep it," I said. "I have my groceries delivered from the city. I do not eat processed food." Siena's smile faltered. She set the basket down on the porch with a thud. "You think you are so special," Siena hissed. Her voice lost its fake sweetness. "You think because you have money you can just waltz back in here and take over? This is my territory, Elara. I am the Luna."

I was ready to fight for my love. The door to my room creaked open and I saw Viola standing by the post. Her eye widened with a smile with a smile which never got to her eyes. “Elena, sister,” she called with surprise and excitement. “We’ve all been searching for you. Are you alrifh?” She asked as she walked into my room. Her purple eyes flicked from me to the doctor, then back to me. I gave doctor Tancredi a sign to leave, then forced a smile, just like Viola did. “I am fine, Viola. Why’s everyone worried? Aren’t you the Luna now?” I responded, instinctively taking my hands off my stomach.