Elsa Dies Novels & Stories

She had snuck out when she saw Celine running out. " Beauty....." " Who's dying?!" " Beauty, today is your wedding day. Just go back in and let us handle whatever's going on." Celine said. Gregor noticed them all outside together so he went there. " What's going on?" He asked. " I don't know. They refused to say anything." Beauty scoffed. " Hello. Hello." Elvis's voice sounded from the phone. Elsa had forgotten that she never ended the call. " If you want to see your mother one last time, come to Cathy Hospital." He said and hung up.

She explained. " Oh, thanks. " I followed her direction. I entered the elevator which took me to the second floor where I had to search for room 200. Fortunately, I found it. I knocked even tho no one answered, I opened the door. Elisa rested her face on Gideon's body weeping. " Elisa?" I calmly called her name. She turned to look at me, I guess seeing me only made her cry the more. She ran, throwing herself in my arms. " Stella, he's dead. He killed him. "

Despite my old age , I'm anxious to know what it looks like" Elsa said. I sighed and tried to recall that particular moment. "Elsa I don't know, I got knocked off from my chair immediately. I swear I didn't get to see his face well" I said tearily. "It's okay Luna. It wasn't your fault in anyway, relax, we will wait and see what he have to say after" Elsa said. "What if, what if my fate was to die? What if he kills me?"

“Get a healer now!” Elsa coughed, crimson staining her lips. “No.” Her voice was weak, but it cut through the chaos. “No,” she repeated, more firmly. “There is no time.” Elise shook her head violently. “No, you’re not dying. Not like this. I can fix this. I can—” Elsa reached up with trembling hands and gripped Elise’s face. Her palms were cold. “You must listen to me,” Elsa said. Tears streamed down Elise’s face, blurring her vision. “Don’t say this. Please don’t say this.”

After that, Xavier cut ties with his family completely. A few days later, Maisie suddenly jumped to her death. My mom lowered her voice and said, "The day Mrs. Sullivan killed herself, I saw Elsa at the Sullivan residence. It didn't sit right with me, so I recorded a video." I immediately asked her to send it to me. In the video, Elsa tried to appear calm as she left. However, her legs were trembling the whole time—something was definitely off. Goosebumps broke out across my arms. At the same time, I suddenly got a series of messages from Elsa on my old phone number.

Harper spat, it was clear they were talking about me me that got me more interested in what eve et they seemed to be saying. “You have to get rid of hee fast, contact Ivan, of what ever you can to get her out of here if we stand to lose Dominic,”Elsie advised, and i clenched my fist. I knew she was up to no good but i wee ally wanted to know what had went wrong. “What makes you belive she is dead,he you see the corpse” Else asked Harper as Harper looked at her. “Ivan vowed she was dead, but ….” Harper said and Elsie hits her headZ

She stiffened. I pulled away and asked, “What were you trying to say?” Elsa swallowed and shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied, smoothing the skirt of her uniform and picking up the tray. “I need to go. I’ll see you later. Take care.” She gave me a tight, forced smile and left in a hurry. I watched her leave. Elsa was acting unusually today, but perhaps it was only natural to act unusually after witnessing something so gruesome. My heart clenched every time I thought of Georgina’s death. I was scared, too. I hadn’t been able to sleep either. My mind kept flashing back to the image of Georgina’s dying face—twisted in agony, her mouth open in a silent scream.

It was weak and all over the place. Suddenly her eyes popped open—huge. But they looked like they saw nothing. Her body just slumped over, her breathing faint, a tiny scared sound from her mouth. “Elisa? Elisa!” I reached for her, but she didn’t respond. Her lips moved, but the words didn’t form. What’s wrong with you? I checked again—pulse, breathing—everything was still there, but she wasn’t there. Not really. Then—footsteps—loud, fast, started coming down the hallway. The door slammed open.

( Back together) Elsa packed all the pictures and put them in a box then padlocked them before burying it deep in her closet. "Do.. you wanna talk about it?" Carson slowly asked when Elsa remained silent. She sighed and sat on the floor and Carson came to sit with her. "Her name was Layla, she was really pretty, kind, smart, and she made me happy," she said with a short smile. "You've been taking in the past tense, is she dead?" Carson narrowed his brows when he asked and Elsa slowly nodded.

Elisa can't be dead; it can't be. “Elisa, please wake up,” I pleaded with fear, but she was lifeless. Moving my gaze around, I saw a broken vase on the floor, which had the stain of Elisa's blood on it. “What happened?” I whispered in fear, wondering who must have done this and why. “Elisa,” I shook her again, but there was no response from her; she was already dead. I heard footsteps approaching, and I looked at the door in shock; it was Alpha Edward with Aunt Ana and Father.