Elsa Dies Novels & Stories

Her delicate, lively voice always sang to me in the loveliest hum while she caressed me with her warm kisses ; "You will always be my best decision, Krystal!" She was a single mother working as a waitress in a fancy five-star restaurants. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but I feel her death is somehow connected to it. The gray faces at her burial stare back at me, their mouths move in sympathy; "poor child…!" You see how cruel time is, one's memory of one's loved one is buried and lost in the voids of time. "Who's going to take care of her? She has no one!" Some other voices respond. A bunch of blurry faces stare back at me. My eyes are red and flooded with sorrow and tears.

--- As the final surge of energy flowed into the synthesizer, Ethan cried out in pain, his body convulsing under the strain. “Ethan!” I screamed, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m fine,” he gasped, though his voice was weak. I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t. I rushed to the controls, my hands trembling as I tried to stabilize the energy flow. “Stay with me,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. “Please, Ethan. Stay with me.” “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice barely audible. The glow around him began to fade, and I knew the process was complete. The synthesizer hummed softly, the vial containing the cure glowing faintly on the other side of the chamber.

said Isela holding Elisa's head in her lap. Elisa was already dying. “Please don't make any effort. “Stefan... Stefan... Stefan," said Elisa repeatedly. “Please, miss, don't talk, the police should be on their way," said Isela just to reassure her. “Stefan," she repeated again. A tear fell down from Fernanda’s eyes without him noticing it. Finally, they reached Eliza’s grave. “And now just white flowers is all I can give her when I wanted to give her my dreams and my life.” Stefan said.

"Doesn't he know that I still can't forget Elgar's treatment towards me? But why does he now want to harass me? Doesn't Taylor consider me his friend anymore? Is he obsessed with me like Elgar?" Carista's stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable; she hugged herself, trying to calm down. "Sorry, dear. Forgive me...," Carista murmured to the fetus in her stomach. "Please endure for a while; I won't do anything harmful to you, my child." *** Elgar returned to Rivermoon, desperate after learning the news of Carista's death. Some photos and videos sent by someone had provided evidence that Carista had indeed passed away. "Have you found her grave?" Elgar asked.

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

"I know." That response hurt worse somehow. Layla stared at him quietly. God. He really did know he was broken and maybe that was the saddest part. Nadia stirred awake slowly from the couch at the sound of voices. "What's happening?" Nobody answered immediately. Her sleepy eyes landed on Elias. Then the television headline still frozen silently across the screen. SERENA VALE FOUND DEAD. Nadia's expression changed instantly. "Oh my God..." Elias looked away from the television immediately like even seeing it irritated him.

Her body went limp completely, and everything became dark. Elara Vaughn was dead!

ELSA “What do you mean she has to stay here with us?” I ask as I pace the around the room while Leo soys across from me, his legs crossed and his devilishly handsome face poised with something indescribable. “I'm only going to say this once, Elsa,” he gives me a bored look that makes my heart clench before he concludes his statement, “Sarah has been through a lot and I have to be there for her!”

My breath hitched in my throat. I tried to stand—I tried to cling to life the way I had clung to vengeance for months—but my fingers slipped on the blood-slicked floor. Kael growled at me, but Cassidan held up a hand as if I was no longer worth a final blow. My vision blurred. The last thing I saw was Elara, limp and bleeding on the altar. I tried to smile. “At least… she dies too…” the words slurred, before I drew in a final breath.

~~~~~ Soon after Elena returned to her room, Ary was left to deal with his thoughts. He fantasized about all the ways he would make Brad Hawkins pay for hurting Elena. Then, the light from his phone flashed with a text notification. Dina’s message read: “I may be dying, Ary. Please, let me see you before it's too late to make things right.” Ary kept staring at the screen until it went dark again, his jaw set. Dying? His mother was a good liar. Why should he believe her? He thought of all the times she never looked back when he cried.