Elsa Arca Age Novels & Stories

“Like I reminded people of someone they’d lost.” Monet’s breath caught. “That’s… poetic,” she managed. Elara shrugged. “She was dramatic.” A pause. “She died when I was young.” “I’m sorry,” Monet said immediately, meaning it with her whole chest. “If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" “Thank you.” Elara smiled faintly. “I'm nineteen this month.” Monet swallowed hard. Impressions. Like warmth. Like fear. Like love wrapped in desperation.

Aria sat calmly and watched from the mirror how Elisa carefully parted her hair into sections for straightening. Elisa's eyes subconsciously fell on the mirror and coincidentally the two ladies locked gazes that made them both chuckle. “You have such a pretty smile,” Aria honestly complimented the pale skinned 26 year old with red hair and slightly matching freckles. “If you, of all people, are telling me that, then I truly do have a pretty smile.”

Elsa asked, opening the conversation while sitting next to her brother. “I just came home from work. Grandpa and Daniel are resting, your room lights are still on so I don't think you are not sleeping yet." David looked at Elsa, looking at her carefully. Their difference in age with Elsa's is 7 years. Elsa was about to turn 18 and he was about to turn 25. “Yeah, I have slept after school. So I can't sleep yet now, " she said. “Maybe Daniel and grandfather didn't tell you, but I'll tell you Elsa." David could feel that for almost two weeks Elsa was living with them. The girl was not entirely smiling happily, as she once saw when Elsa lived with Lexi.

“So tell me about yourself Rosella.” And like that we conversed about lots of stuff. I came to know he was the youngest out of the siblings. He was 15. Then came Valentina, 16. Elisa was the same age as me, 19. Another brother, Alaric who was 23. Angelina who was the 5th oldest, 26 and than lastly Zeus who was 29.

“ELARA MAY GRANT-REYES, GIVE IT BACK RIGHT NOW OR I’M TELLING PAPA YOU STOLE MY CONTROLLER AGAIN!” Damon. Age seven. Already a menace. Mason winced. I sighed. We walked into the living room hand in hand. Elara, thirteen stood with her arms crossed, blonde curls wild, looking exactly like Mason when he was about to get suspended for fighting on the ice. Damon, all dark hair and sharp cheekbones and my exact scowl, clutched the PlayStation controller behind his back like it was contraband.

Balin’s shoulders look stiff from where I’m standing but his face betrays nothing, “Arista is a child. She is Azhar’s youngest.” “She’s a child?” I echo. “She looks fully grown.” Balin gives me an amused look, “Elves live for a very long time. We can easily survive up to two thousand years. Azhar is three thousand years old, in human terms. Arista is but a couple hundred.” I gape at him, “What about you?” Balin’s lips curve, “I’m in my seventh hundred year.” A sound of dismay escapes my lips, “I must seem like a child in comparison.”

Angela asked and Elena smiled. "I am nineteen," Elena replied. "Don't you think you are too young for conversations like this?" Angela asked. "Some people get married at the age of eighteen, some even less," Elena said and smiled and Angela knew she could not get her to drop the topic. "Look, I have my reason for leaving and I am not ready to share that with you. That is the truth," Angela said.

I ended the call with a heavy sigh. "Hey Nico," a voice called from the side. It was Ariana, alongside Ella and another lady I presumed to be Claire. I moved forward to meet them "Hey," I raised my head as a form of greeting. "Hello Nico," Claire said. Ella was surprisingly shy. I kept staring at her till Ariana redirected my focus. "So Ella's 18th birthday is coming up…." "Hey!!" Ella exclaimed. "He doesn't need to know that," she muttered.

“He clearly doesn’t know who I am.” Her friends leaned in, waiting for more. Elsa sat up, her aura commanding. “I am Elsa Drayton,” she declared softly, “and I am not to be messed with. Nobody refuses me. I’m everyone’s type. The fact that Archie did… only makes him more interesting.” A chorus of amused murmurs followed. “But if you’re interested in Archie,” one of them teased, “what about Rollins?” Elsa scoffed and jumped down gracefully from the desk where she had been sitting. She waved a dismissive hand. “Rollins can have me back when he’s earned his title as the school star again.”

"Amara, don't you already know? You throw me a birthday party every year. I'm 28." Amara gave a slight nod before turning to Diana. "What about you, Diana?" "26," Diana answered without hesitation. Amara shifted her gaze to Giana next. "21." Hilda thought she would be next and had already started to open her mouth when Amara leaned back in her chair. "Bella isn't here. Elara and Freya are comatose. As for the three of you, especially Clara and Diana, you're not young anymore. You're at the age where marriage should at least be considered."