Elsa Arca Age Novels & Stories

I protested. “Elara, please… listen to me. Your dad will lose it if he finds out about this,” she pleaded. I raised a brow. “How old am I? I’m twenty-five,” I said, taking another swig. “Don’t worry, Dad won’t get mad. He trusts me. Besides, I’m a grown woman….” “Oh, come on,” Callista muttered, exasperated. “My point is, if your dad finds out what Adrian did to you, you’re done for…..”

Moon blood. “Hold it steady,” Mira called from the sidelines. “Don’t chase it. Let it settle.” “I’m not chasing it,” Aria muttered. “It’s twitchy.” “That’s because you’re thinking about breakfast,” Mira said dryly. Elias, 17 and pretending he wasn’t impressed, leaned against the fence with his practice blade in hand. Prince. Kade’s son. “She’s always thinking about breakfast.” Aria’s eyes snapped open. The ward flickered.

"...you'd never solve Isabella's last song." The door opened completely. Standing in the center of a circular library... Beside a roaring fireplace... Holding a weathered violin case... Was Emilia Varga. She looked far younger than anyone expected. Not one hundred and sixteen. Not even eighty. Perhaps sixty-five. Her silver hair framed a face marked by wisdom rather than age. She smiled gently at Elara and Aurora. Then her gaze shifted to Isaac. "So..." "You finally came home."

"Yes, Blood Moon. You heard it right. Inside there is a girl, who has been fitted with a micro chip inside her head. Right now Doctor Kris and the others are trying to remove that creepy thing..." "At first I also didn't understand, how could those depraved humans, with the heart to insert such an object in the body of an innocent child." Arsenio's voice trembled violently. So did his body. His emotions immediately peaked, when he was happy how he was in Elsa's position now? Elsa, a brave person. At a young age, she already lives independently and is not afraid. Arsenio admitted, fate was playing with him. "Then, how did you meet her?"

This was a curve ball he certainly hadn't expected. For the first time, Elias began to think about Mrs. Mark in a very different way. He had never really noticed before but she was really just an older version of Selena. She had gotten pregnant with Selena just after her 16th birthday, so that meant she was only 34 years old right now.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."

Even if I meant. "Asra?" I blinked. I was thinking too much, so I smiled. "Hi?" "Um... if... I tell you a little..." she seemed conflicted and it made me want to keep that child in a little box and protect her from the world, but the truth was that it was impossible. Elaine was not a child - even though she now appeared to be no more than 13 years old -, she was already an adult in her 20s. Her traits could be childish given the way she lived, but that didn’t change her real age and it wouldn’t help to protect her from a world that would treat her with devotion.

Petra looked at me unintimidated but surprised. "You may be a demigod, and I may be grateful to you for keeping Jesse safe, but Elara is my daughter. Mine. You do not get to come in and start deciding things for her. She hasn't even been on this planet a full year yet. Physically and emotionally she's about 5, maybe early 6. She trains with us and we certainly don't try to frighten her with the mention of monsters," I seethed. "I meant no offense. Training with a demigod could be very beneficial to her is all. I am sorry for mentioning monsters. That's just how we were trained growing up. We started at age 3."

He said walking away from Anabel. Dremis walked with Marcus, and Elena stayed with Anabel. “So how old are you?” she said looking at Anabel. “I don’t know, twenty-something,” Anabel said eating some more food. “What about you?” “Two thousand and twelve years,” Elena said flicking her hair behind her shoulder. “So you are going to look like that for the rest of your life.” “Really?” Anabel said looking down at her arms, she was still purple. “I guess I don’t mind having this kind of skin. I mean it’s different than you and Marcus.” Anabel said shaking her head.

"I don't want to be a burden on you! I am old enough to earn. And it has nothing to do with you unable to provide for me or for us!" "Really? How old are you?" He probed. "16 and will be 17 in 6 months." "Exactly. 16 and a half. I don't want you to worry about anything Arabella. You just focus on your studies." He stated and I sighed. "But—" he cut me off "No buts Arabella. We will talk about this after you at least turn 17 okay?" I nodded my head but then remembered how the guy from earlier leaned onto me just to ask me to speak up.