Eloise Taulner Novels & Stories

Under these circumstances, she really had no one to care for her. In fact, Olive had lived and studied in the Wizards' Tower as a girl. She had given herself that name then and only changed it when she returned home. The mages were all focused on their studies, and no one had time to worry about such trivial matters, so Olive's skills in women's clothing became more and more refined. As a result, when Aunt Leah accidentally spotted Olive wearing a skirt, she was so shocked that she thought there was something wrong with her eyes because she almost didn't recognize her.

His hands won't stop shaking. Eloise the powerful young seer sat on the floor inside a circle drawn in white chalk. Candles surround her—dozens of them, their flames barely moving in the still air. Doctor Owen had been watching her for hours now. One by one, Elder Isaiah's men dragged different doctors from different hospitals into the circle where Eloise performed her spell, placed her hands on each doctor's head, and peered into their past. Searching for the memory of how Annie’s IVF was carried out, what she looked like, and who the Alpha protecting her is.

Tessa thought that Barry liked it,so she brought to him. She grew up abroad. She did not cook before. She had spent a lot of effort to make Osmanthus cake. She wanted Barry to have a taste, Tessa was impressed with Alice. Alice was a student in Barry's class, but Alice was a 28—year—old woman. Tessa knew how a man should look and react when he saw a woman. Tessa felt a strong sense of crisis. With her lightly painted fingernails unconsciously holding onto the glass container,Tessa smiled: "Let's taste it."

“How dare he?!” Eloise smacked the table hard, causing her burnt spot to hurt so much that she clenched her teeth. However, she was not going to back down. “Although it’s just an auction, everyone brings their wives as their partners. Won’t he be afraid of embarrassing himself if he brings that woman? Does he not care about his image anymore? How would the outsiders look at the Tanner family if that were to happen?”

He needs some pretty good rest before starting life all over again. Meanwhile, Laura had some visitors at home. Her pests in the name of friends came to visit her. "You should see it, that Purse is so beautiful" Ose said. Ose; a very wealthy divorcee. Got divorced cause she was caught cheating on her husband. "Yes Laura, its super good." Ola said. Ola is married to a very wealthy old chief, old enough to be her Grandfather.

he nodded toward the older woman, “he sent someone to oversee your progress. This is Madame Duvet, renowned perfumer and teacher.” All eyes turned to Madame Duvet, who inclined her head with subtle confidence. Her French accent tinged her words as she said, “It is a pleasure to meet you all. I hope I can be of service.” Ophelia glanced at the teacher, catching the measured kindness in her gaze, but felt her rebelliousness rising. With a dismissive, elegant wave, she said, “Thank you, but I don’t need a teacher.” Wren scoffed, barely hiding her lips twitching in a smirk. “Of course you don’t. Heaven forbid you ever need anyone’s help.”

"I'm sorry, but our resources are limited here. This is all we can offer right now. You've had a good scare today. You should rest. Also, don't even think about escaping. Mr. Maxwell gets very angry when people don't obey him." Alan stood at the door with a chilling smile. "Sweet dreams, Dr. Ophelia." His smile faded after he closed the door. He looked at the person next to him. "Go to this address and look into this person." "Yes, Mr. Tanner." Olivia knew that they would have people look into her at Canwell City as soon as possible. The face she was wearing was that of a doctor. But the real person left home many years ago and died in an accident.

Gradually, he flipped to another page, and in the progressing ones, ice shattering photos of a young Tessa blessed his eyes. The color of her hair steadily varied, and her slightly perplexing eyes always stood out. In every one, Beth and Elias were with her. Doreen smiled delightfully — his angel had a very wholesome childhood; he was joyous. His childhood was toxic yet that fact effortlessly became non-existent whenever he remembers Tessa. “Oh? So this is Octavia.” Doreen mumble was drowned by Beth and Elias' nonstop bickering. A photo of Tessa — assumingly a pre-teen with red hair — Octavia quietly observed. Eventually, Doreen flipped to the next page, and Beth tore her attention to it.

Now they were professionally mounted, highlighted by golden lighting, her name elegantly printed at the bottom of each frame. My throat tightened. I had missed all of this. Every step of her growth. Time passed slowly. The assistant brought me a glass of water, which I barely touched. Then, at last, I heard the soft clack of heels against the tiled floor. My head shot up. Eloise walked in with a tablet in one hand and her phone in the other. She wore wide-legged ivory trousers and a black silk blouse tucked neatly at the waist, her curly hair pulled back in a sleek bun. She looked… god, she looked like a diva.

We ran down the stairs and right on cue, Saige and Elijah walked through the front door looking defeated. "Saige, I think I have a lead" I said quickly as she started to approach the stairs. "Kaia please spare me. I'm tired, hungry and found nothing in our defense" she huffed. "But look!" I shoved the picture in her face and she grabbed it from my hand to better examine it. "So you think this Ellis has an idea on where to find Ophelia's journal?" "Mom mentioned that Ellis was Ophelia's lady in waiting while she was still a princess. Surely, she knows something" I explained.