Ellen Foster Novel Novels & Stories

“ Let's just run until we reach the main settlement. I want to see how your Frostveil looks like.“ She replied. Running might help her warm her body a bit. ___ Estelle pulled the fur hood up while huffing and puffing slightly. In the end in only taken them only seven minutes to get to the main settlement. She had to slow down for Darnon to catch up and give her directions, which was very embarrassing for the man. Tucking a stray black hair into her hood, she sighed in awe. Estelle wanted to explore as she didn't have to worry about being discovered, the mask hid her face, and the beast skin made her look bulky. But Darnon warned that this might make Adrian impatient as he was waiting. Frostv

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

Waddled up to the door of the Victorian on the bend. Their life seemed perfect. I suppose I was wrong. In any case, the Fosters were inseparable—even when she got older. They would waltz around town laughing; sit at cafes looking like someone ought to be photographing them for a perfume campaign. And it stayed that way for a while, mind you. Until Chloe climbed out from a Taxi—and this I saw through my kitchen window.

He said to me "I have faith in him and I trust him but I get scared sometimes. I feel like I'm nothing special to keep around for a lifetime. He's special and I'm just plain" I said to him tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. "You remind me so much of myself. I feel unwanted even now especially when I'm all alone. I have no family or friends. I rather being alone because when I was growing up, my foster parents moved around a lot. I never have time to make friends and after my foster mom died, I dropped out of highschool. I wasn't stupid or anything but I stopped going. I was so desperate for affection, for love and a little company that I even pawn myself to this guy. Um, we used to do

While Elara stepped into her sister’s life in Lucas Westwood’s world, the real Isla would vanish into Novexlab’s grip, her talents working for them in the shadows. It was an offer Elara could not refuse. After months of halted operations, the Foster family was declared bankrupt and buried under fines for safety violations. Her father now faced the very real threat of prison. “I… I understand,” Elara whispered. “Good.” The enforcer leaned in slightly. “Isla Foster is in the running for a business partnership with Lucas Westwood’s company. We’ll abduct her in New York; it’s the perfect place to make it happen.” *** The Manhattan skyline glittered through the car window as Elara’s heart pounded

The words echoed in her skull. But Elara had survived foster care. She'd survived hunger and loneliness and men who thought girls like her were disposable. She knew how to bend without breaking. How to wait. How to watch. Alexander Blackwood thought he'd caught a helpless cleaner. He had no idea what he'd just let into his house. --- Later that night, after the dinner with the Ashfords—after she'd worn the blue dress and smiled on command and let his hand rest on her lower back like a brand—she stood in Isabella's bedroom and stared at the massive bed.

Elsie and her yet-to-be-revealed soulmate. My new book titled "Daggers In The Hearts: A Marriage For Revenge" will be out this weekend, along with Elsie's Story, which title is yet to be revealed. ** Daggers In The Hearts BLURB ** Orphan. Abused. Marriage. Enslaved. And now, Revenge! When Zhanna was fifteen, she lost her parents and her uncle took her in.

The more Evangeline pieced together the puzzle, the more her skin crawled. Lydia snooping around her was definitely not for anything good, but what really made Evangeline nervous was the thought of the heavyweight lurking in Lydia's shadow. The Gordons ruled the South, and the Fosters ruled the North. These were just a handful of words, but they said it all about where the Fosters stood in the country. Evangeline, the only princess of the Foster family, could not even begin to imagine the kind of monstrous power that would have had the guts to be nosing around them so openly.

She says nothing, just pulls me tighter, letting me sob into the crook of her neck while the storm washes over us. RHEA'S POV "To Ree!" Lorena says, lifting her glass. "To Ree!" everyone echoes. And we all burst into warm laughter. The den is warm, and firelight spills across the carved wooden beams. The scent of Eliza's famous honey cakes hangs in the air, mixing with the woody aroma of the crackling fireplace. A banner with the words "Good Luck, Ree!" is strung across the main beam. Plates of food cover the long table.

If I could just get to safety— The trees ahead of me exploded. A monstrous figure stepped through the flames. I barely had time to register the sheer size of it—easily fifteen feet tall, its body made of coal and molten fire. Its glowing ember eyes locked onto me, burning with something far worse than rage. Purpose. A deep, distorted voice rumbled through the clearing. “The time has come.” The air turned heavy, crackling with unnatural energy. My wolf recoiled, instinctively knowing we were facing something beyond our world. "We shall claim the Helm of the Gifted."