Elsa Died Novels & Stories

Sebastian Elena Dumont has died, perished in the hospital after not waking from her coma. Well, that’s what we paid the press to report. We needed to weed Robert and Eliana out and think this would be the best way to do it. After Isaac’s confession, we decided to work together and concluded that the only way to get them out of France was to pretend Elena had died. A funeral was scheduled the day after tomorrow and the ‘will’ would be read this afternoon.

"What is going on here? Why are you two together?" ​Ella stood up slowly from the bed, taking a shaky breath, her dark eyes rimmed with red. ​"Valerie... last summer, it wasn't Elena that died," she whispered, her voice trembling. ​I blinked, my head tilting in confusion. "What? What do you mean?" ​"It was Ella who died that night," Ella said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Not me." ​"What?!" My spine slammed hard against the locked door as pure shock washed over me. "Why would you do this?! Who else knows about this? Why are you keeping a secret like this?!"

"Enough time to see things settled. To train my successors. To say proper goodbyes." "And then?" "And then I die. Really die. And we'll see if reincarnation actually works for someone like me, or if I've existed too long to join the cycle." "It'll work." His certainty was absolute. "And I'll find you. However long it takes." Fourteen Years Later Elara died peacefully at the age of one thousand and forty-nine years, surrounded by friends, colleagues, and Kael—who held her hand as she took her final breath. Her last words were: "See you next time."

Elsa said with a scoff. “You aren’t aware of her involvement in Rita’s death too, right?” Evan asked for the first time since they stepped into the room. His eyes bulged and he turned to look at Diana again. “Yes, she paid Jerry to kill Rita and then the murder was placed on Melisa’s head. And then, when her plot to kill May failed, she tried to kill Jerry in the police custody. In case you don’t know, your wife is the devil’s queen,” Charles remarked.

I'm born with a congenital heart condition. But when my illness flares up, my longtime boyfriend, Zeke Fulton, doesn't try his best to save me. On the contrary, he forces me to sign over my shares while I'm in agony. Then, he stands by and watches as the pain rips through me. I end up dying on that hospital bed. Thankfully, I'm given a second chance at life. I'm reborn on the very last day of filling out college applications. This time, I don't fall for Zeke's sweet talk. I turn my back on him and run straight into the arms of my childhood friend, Hugo Lodge. Hugo wraps me up in his embrace, his lips brushing against the side of my neck. He says, "Elisa, come to Joslin University with

“Then what do you want?” The first one pointed at her. “We want her to remember.” Elena's stomach tightened. “Remember what?” “Her first death.” The room went silent. Elias's face became pale. “No.” The first one smiled. “Yes.” Elena looked at Elias. “What aren't you telling me?” He didn't answer. “Dad.” Nothing. “Tell me!” Elias finally whispered: “Your first death wasn't an accident.” Elena froze. “What?” “You were killed.”

“They all died a violent death. One got in a car crash, one fell off a building, and one got poisoned.” “None of them died a natural death.” Sally’s body shuddered suddenly. She could vaguely guess what Sadie was about to say. Lo and behold. Sadie stared at her retreating back. “Any person with a normal level of intelligence would be able to guess based on how these three women died, that someone had their eye on them.” “And your husband, Elijah Moses. Fiancé to those three poor souls, but he still refuses to acknowledge the message.” Sally bit her lip as her grip on Elijah’s arm tightened.

My name is Elara Vaelorien, last living heir of the Elf royal line. By human reckoning I am one hundred and twenty-seven; by Elf standards I am still young — we live three thousand years inside the forest, and one year outside it. Today is my three hundred and sixty-third day outside. In two more days, I will dissolve into light and scatter on the wind. But I cannot die now. Because I have to kill a man, or — let him kill me.

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

"Yes, you're right. You're talking to Carista Vanesha's future husband. Now tell me, where is Carista?" "Mr. Elgar, you finally contacted me. Carista only saved my phone number, and I actually really wanted to cut off the connection of this phone number, but I waited for you to contact me because I would feel guilty if I didn't inform you of this important matter," the man said. Elgar's forehead wrinkled slightly. "What do you mean?! Don't beat around the bush; quickly tell me where Carista is now?!" "Mr. Elgar, I apologize for having to tell you this. But, Miss Carista has passed away."