Elite Stories Novels & Stories

She extended her hand toward me, and before I knew it, I placed my hand on her forearms, feeling a cold but firm matter underneath the sleeve of her robe. "This is so strange," I muttered, sitting by the kitchen table. Estelle smiled faintly. "It was strange for me too, remember? I was living in the Mortal Realm, just like you did." She sighed and elegantly pulled the strands of her hair behind her ears. "I used to think I was an ordinary human. Well, not completely ordinary. I came from a respected family and was a wealthy maiden seeking a wealthy husband. When I saw Ashtar Malachious, I decided that we were perfect for each other." She observed my reaction, curving her lips into a smirk.

◇NO POV◇ Violet and salomi never thought about consequences of their momentary aversion for them the problem solved but they don't know that they started the real fight right now eva started hating three of them already but this situation gave rise to poisonous grudge in her she is eva stele one and only heiress of stele family she is daughter of richest man in the city born with a golden spoon made her spoiled brat she thought anything can be won by money and power every student of the college envy her beauty and power the only people who goes against her is salomi, violet and srinithi

"Once they depart the table we will be able to double-team Mr. Keyes and break him. The aftermath is an absolute certainty." "I don't think so," Orlando challenged. "Oh yes," Estere grinned wolfishly. "Once we have you on the ground, I'm going to shatter your palms then tear off your fingers. Pull up, twist and snap - I've done it several times; it is quick and easy. If you think you can continue your career without fists, by all means, stay on your present course of action." "What is it that you do again?" Hana asked Estere. "I'm a...a freelance archivist, genealogist and an Olmec-tastic historical pioneer; according to Cáel anyway," she answered.

Estella had always been one to tell me she would hand over anytime I was ready. I wasn't sure I was ready now to take over once more, earning even more enemies. Estella had always been one to show that she wasn't the real boss, and there was someone behind her - she made her clients know every time. She never took credit for designs, never, and this was why she was the only one I could ever trust.

While they hold value and are widely acknowledged throughout the cities, their purchasing power is relatively lower compared to other categories of Seastones. Earthseastones are a rarer and more valuable category of Seastones. They possess unique characteristics that set them apart from ordinary Seastones. These gemstones exhibit a rich, deep green color and feature intricate patterns resembling land formations or ancient symbols. This type of Seastones; Earthstones, are highly sought after for their rarity and aesthetic appeal. They can be spent on higher-end luxury items, fine art, sophisticated craftsmanship, and exclusive services such as private tutoring from sages, specialized training

“Fine, I’m not a good dog. At least I have a home. You’re just a stray mutt with nowhere to go, and you dare show your face in my circle?” Back when the Davenier family wasn’t as strong as the Mills family, only Esther’s arrogance had kept them competitive. Now Esther didn’t even have that weak Davenier family to fall back on. If she didn’t stomp her now, what was the point of being a rich and powerful heiress? “You want to die? I’ll grant your wish!” Before Esther could respond, Élodie picked up a small megaphone beside her and shouted into it: “Hey, queens and A-listers! Come look! This ugly freak whose face hasn’t even finished growing dares to show up here and claim she’s auditioning for

"Elias Sterling." Every head in the room turned. "Sterling?" Katherine breathed. "As in our Sterling?" "Dad," Jack transmitted to the holding cell where Dr. James Miller was monitoring the forensic data on a secondary terminal. "I need you to tell me everything you know about Elias Sterling." His father's voice came back tight with barely contained shock. "Elias Sterling was a legend in the family. A merchant prince in the early sixteen-hundreds. He made the Sterling fortune seemingly from nothing. There were always whispers about how. Deals with the devil. Pacts with dark forces. Your grandfather Arthur dismissed them as folklore."

“These are all the treasures of Yaven mountain. I will offer them to you my lady..” The amount of gold and jewels fascinate Elise. She never thought that she could have this amount of riches after coming into this world. Elise felt a pity that she needed this money for her future and to stay alive while planning to protect herself and the people beside her. The treasure that was found in the book by Alicia and Rj was not gold and jewels but crafts with magic. That’s why Elise was dumbfounded seeing enormous amounts of gold and jewels. The author never mentioned the history of the treasure because originally Alicia and Rj did not know the uses of craft magic. They simply asked for a peony f

“I do. I really do.” “What would Stefan have to gain from stealing your pendant. If all he cares about is going on a quest, don’t you think he would want the quest item with his escort? No, that is called failing the quest. Not really a ‘hero's’ greatest moment. Plus, has he shown any interest in it beyond explaining what the werecats wanted?” She shook her head. “So then Mr. Oliver and Evander were working together? Evander was betraying Stefan. But for what?”

Riordan in his blistering fury had sent the mutilated pieces of the spy’s body to the nine elders to throw them into panic. “So tell me, who is Estelle?” “She is just some random sex slave that Riordan keeps around for the sake of pleasure,” I said, my smile faltering. If I told him that it was starting to look like something more, he would think I was a failure just like my runaway sister, Pearl. “She is nothing. Just some ugly wench with a banging body. He is only keeping her around because you know he respects me, the virgin, and is willing to respect my decision to have sex until we are married,” I added. “King Riordan…”