Ella Era Bonita Novels & Stories

“And before you ask, no, it’s not because I’m a paranoid bitch.” “Then why?” “Because I’m nosy and want to bump into a celebrity so I can brag about it later,” she grinned. “Imagine my delight when you had about six thousand hits on G****e.” Elara looked as beautiful as always, dressed to party the night away in a little black dress that clung to her curves. Her lips were painted a sinful shade of red that made any Alpha’s blood run hot, and her eyes were heavily lined and glossy, with long, natural lashes.

“This is the first right thing I've done in years.” Cassandra's jaw tightened. For a moment, Elara thought she might actually lose control. Might scream or throw her drink or do something that would shatter her perfect facade. Instead, she smiled. “We'll see,” she said. Then she did something that made Elara's blood run cold. She stepped closer so close that only Elara could hear her next words and whispered directly in her ear. “Enjoy it while it lasts, sweetheart. Because the moment he gets bored, the moment you stop being interesting, he'll throw you away just like he did to me. And when that happens, I'll be waiting to watch you fall.”

she then said. “Yes you do,” Prince Callum said, with his eyes glued on Loque Bella. He knew of her beauty but with her hair bundled up opening her face and her navy blue dress complimenting how her skin shined underneath the light of the chandeliers, he was completely taken. “Thank you,” the girls said slightly bowing their heads. Loque Bella looked at Prince Callum and finding him looking at her, butterflies flooded her tummy and she looked down smiling to herself. He too smiled to himself and they carried on eating.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Ellen. - It's my pleasure, miss. - I replied, not knowing how intimately to treat the woman in front of me. - Just call me Laura. Despite Ulysses' exaggeration, this is just an exhibition and I hate this inconvenient label. - She smiled openly and I smiled back, sympathizing with her instantly. - Ellen was praising her good taste in Carlos Gardel melodies. - Damien gave me a crooked smile and then went back to talking to Ulysses. - But I imagine there's some reason for this Argentinian theme.

“You usually do.” Elara finally glanced at him. “I used to do a lot of things.” Simple. But it landed. ⸻ Elsewhere— Elena sat in her apartment, scrolling slowly. Photos from Santorini were everywhere. The wedding. The beach. The parties. And then— Elara. Smiling. Confident. Glowing. Elena’s jaw tightened. “She’s getting too comfortable,” she murmured. Across from her, Leon leaned back, relaxed. “That’s when people are easiest to break,” he said.

The only surviving, charred picture of Isla Virelli showed she had red hair and green eyes. The maid I had sex with had red hair and green eyes. What if Isla was the one…? I shut my eyes tight, trying to get rid of the image. It can't be. Else Matteo wouldn't be so willing to give her to me when I offered. Except he wasn't that enthusiastic either. I remember Anya asking me why her? God, this is such a headache. Okay, her name was Elara. They all called her Elara. To my utmost joy, I see Adrian pass the room in a servant's uniform. He gives me the signal that he's done, and I stand immediately.

Elena repiled and looked at Eriteria, immediately their eyes came in contact her heart race and started beating so fast,she fall on her knee and held her chest beads of sweat started forming on her forehead and her eyeball change to sky blue attractive to Eriteria. "It's her" Elena says befall collapsing into Eros arms. "What do you mean? Elena!" Eriteria called T.B.C

He honored the tragic boundary I had set, but his knuckles turned white against the wood. “Ah, the Director has finally graced us with her presence,” a smooth, cloying voice purred from the far side of the room. Elara sat in an armchair near the tall windows, sipping from a delicate porcelain cup. She was immaculate. Her golden hair was pinned into an intricate crown, and she wore a deep crimson dress that practically screamed her status as Luna. She looked radiant, entirely untouched by the betrayal of the previous night. Her face was a mask of calculated, terrifying triumph.

Her hair is swept back, exposing a sharp jaw and a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. She stops directly in front of us. “Well,” she says smoothly, her gaze sliding over me. “You must be the new Mrs. Romano.” Her eyes flick to Dante briefly, then return to me with open appraisal. “I’m Elara, I was Dante’s wife once,” she says lightly. “Mother to his sons. This house remembers me.” I manage a polite nod. “Serena.” Her smile sharpens. “Of course you are.” She circles half a step closer, close enough that I catch the faint scent of her perfume.

Rhea “And how’s your Italian boo?” “Oh my God, Ri, we are going on our second date tonight.” Elora’s voice rang out through the phone. “Can you believe he had my favorite chocolate delivered to me this morning, customized with my name?” “Aww, that’s so sweet. I’m happy that you found your own person, baby girl.” She sounded so happy. Elora had always been a happy and bubbly person, but this was the happiest I’d ever heard her. Nothing felt as good as having your own person who loved and cherished you without complication.