Elody Novels & Stories

I asked narrowing my eyes. Kim Nami shook her head without hesitation. "After I gave birth to Olen, he immediately took him to an orphanage in a remote town in a remote part of Nevada. I secretly traded Olen for another baby and hide him until now." "Then why in New York? Wouldn't it be easy for Dad to track him down," I said, confused. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It will be even more suspicious if I often go abroad just to meet Olen," Kim Nami replied, making me understand.

On the international class flying to Philadelphia, in the business class, Reese was soundly sleeping. Almost all were looking at this peerless and pure beauty. A snow-white skin, charming & almond-shaped pair of eyes, an exquisite small nose, and pink moist lips were breathtakingly beautiful as an exquisite doll. Her waist-long black hair was tied in a ponytail, which was angelic. It was difficult for anyone to move their eyes away from her. Today she was wearing a yellow color one shoulder crop tee and denim jeans, which was flawlessly matching her beauteous personality.

“It’s all thanks to you and Mrs. Elrod. I don’t know what would happen to me if you didn’t saw me in that forest that night.” We are in front of their house, looking at the beautiful scenery below us while talking about stuffs. I don’t know a lot about Odette and her mother except that Mrs. Elrod is a spirit user and Odette is an air user so I think this is the best time to let her talk about them.

We all did. ​When she noticed we were looking at her, she sighed and removed her headphones. “What?” ​“Your name, human,” Elodie responded. ​“Lenny Daniels. I may be human, but I know that silver and wolfsbane can hurt you. So no one tries to suck my blood in my sleep.” She said it while showing us a silver locket on her neck, and something told me there was wolfsbane in it. ​“We are not vampires, love, but I will keep that in mind and avoid you.” Elodie leaped onto her bed from a distance in a cat-like motion, startling Lenny.

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It was ever more clear to me having them both in the same room. He looked at Penelope."Big and brown. I got you a little something."He reached into the gift bag that he had brought and pulled out a soft dinosaur Teddy."My father mentioned that she likes dinosaurs." "Dinosaurs are her favourite."I stood watching her as she cuddled her new soft toy and then cuddled into him. Laying her head on his chest, I saw the look of surprise on his face that she felt comfort so quickly. Maybe she knows that he's her Father.

“Yes, you can.” He pulled her up, and then he pulled her close as the music went on. A slower song from the eighties that he would struggle with to remember as they all seemed to sound the same, but this would be something to him and hopefully her. He brought her closer to him and held her in the darkness of the surrounding night swaying to the song. When it was over, he looked down at her face as her eyes were closed, and she looked at peace for a moment.

she popped the top back on the bottle and jumped up from the carpet “and it just so happens that I have something that might help” Dawn watched her walk over to a small black box secured with a latch that was sitting on her shelf, nestled amongst the crystals and candles. Lena flipped the latch and opened the lid. Taking care not to smudge her nails, the brunette removed the jade pendant, tracing the koru/spiral pattern with her thumb. As she did so, she recalled the words the blind witch had told her five years ago. “This is the way to the heart of the forest guardian” Thinking about it, the Green Man could be considered as one since he IS essentially a forest god. Lena shifted her hold on

No one was even paying attention to her, but she still felt like she was wearing a neon sign with an arrow pointing to her for the mob to see. Dylan made his way to the bar. She recognized the bartender as Elena. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Dylan said something to her, and she looked up, meeting Bonnie’s gaze. She smiled and waved. Bonnie did her best to return the motion. She hoped it looked friendly enough. Dylan said something more to Elena before making his way back through the crowd to get to her. “Elena says she can get us the burgers to go in ten minutes,” he said, leaning over and speaking quietly into her ear so the other patrons wouldn’t hear. She liked how

The last thing she needed was someone using her as a shoulder to cry on. Someone settled in beside her. An old woman. Seventy maybe. Her scrawny face spoke of untold hardship than age. She smelled like Durian, the fruit that smelt like gym socks. Her hair, grey with age, was grubby and greasy. Clarissa forced down the bile that had found itself to her throat as she took in the sight which was the old lady.