Elsa Green Novels & Stories

Get a hold of yourself, Elias. I blinked hard to try to sharpen her features. My vision was still blurred, but even so, something came through—the color of her eyes. Green. Not pale, not dull, but warm green. Bright enough to cut through the haze and slap me in the face. Pretty. A stupid word for someone like me to think. But it was the only one that formed with any coherence. Everything else in my mind was just fragments. I still couldn’t see the rest of her face. The blur made everything soft around the edges, like she didn’t belong in the real world.

I tapped the screen. The massive LED backdrop behind him—the one showing the "Greg Global" logo—didn't just flicker; it died. Then, a wall of sound hit the room. It was Elsa’s voice. Raw. Shaky. Loud enough to make the floor vibrate. “I was a maid at Greg’s house... He had an affair with me while he was married to Elena... right under the same roof.”

Not again. Saturday arrived under a deceptively bright sky. The main house was full of the low hum of tense family politics. Elara wore another dress from Kaelan a deep emerald green that matched the manicured lawns, a color of camouflage and confidence. She avoided the main gathering, slipping instead into the west wing’s conservatory, a glass room overflowing with orchids. She needed a moment to steady her nerves, to remember the steps of the dangerous dance she was about to lead. “They always did like you in here.”

For Elizabeth, that night was a game-changer. The corridors were empty as Elizabeth strolled around with Anaj tailing her from behind. The garden was blooming with fine emerald leaves, and white roses. Her mother, the Queen, has always been fond of white roses. Behind the bushes, across the corridor, was Penelophe plucking a few weeds off the ornaments. "Penelophe..." Elizabeth called on her. "Elizabeth, my dear princess. What brought you to the garden?" Penelophe asked, her eyes observing the cleavage that popped out of Elizabeth's tight, pastel-blue gown.

"Nope." "What About the witches?" "Nope." "It's awful girl, you should try it one day girl." Ella said. They entered into the room and Elsa locked the door. "Oh babe, am a slave here." Ella said with a naughty smile. "Well the next time you see a book shelf you don't touch." Elsa said taking off the ribbon from her hair. "Am hungry Elsa." Ella said. "Good. Finish up first." "Graagh!" .............Meanwhile............... Aiden the truck into a mini garage and he jumped down with Maggie.

She half lied. “But, I’m from Greenwood pack." “No, hell no!” She gave him a sharp glare. “You’re now one of us. What you shared with the Greenwood pack is a thing of the past… Keep that in mind.” Isabel was out of the room before he could let what she just said sink in. How can a werewolf be that fast?

Her hair, that resembles of a black night is gathered in a ponytail which in results enhance her diamond studs adoring her ears. His dark eyes gleamed. Elsa’s face burned the way he openly stripped her with his eyes. No doubt she dressed to lure him but now it seems hard for her not get nervous and conscious under his smouldering stares. Elsa caressed her ponytail to calm her nerves as she felt her body heated up when the cell phone dinged with announcement of a message arrival. Elsa was about to reach her phone but a sweet female voice diverted her focus. “Drinks, sir?” A female server dressed in a waitress dress asked both Isak and Adam. The she peered at Elsa and smiled meaningfully. Elsa

“Maybe, but she’s good. Trust me.” When we finally reached a small clearing, I spotted a figure sitting on a fallen log, shrouded in a long cloak. As we approached, the figure looked up, and I saw a pair of striking green eyes staring at us from beneath the hood. She looked to be in her fifties, with silver streaks in her dark hair and a face etched with fine lines. “Selena,” she greeted with a voice like gravel. “It’s been a while.” “Hello, Elara,” Selena said warmly. “We need your help.”

Elsa waved as she entered into a red Corolla that just drove next to the two and Selena waved at her while glancing at Mr Zee who didn’t even spare her a glance. He shut the door for her and entered his side of the car and she smiled in satisfaction when she received a text from Liv texting her she had just arrived and to wish her luck and she did. Meanwhile Gabby, Zoey and Cherry were curiously waiting for the update on how the evening was going.

she screamed in delight, smearing sauce at the corner of her mouth. The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted at once - the air tightened with unspoken rules. The staff froze. All except one. And Ary noticed. Elena turned, her expression unflinching. “Hello, Mr. Banks.” She met his gaze, steady, unbowed. Then she turned away. She crouched to Ruby’s level. “Cool your jets, mini-chef Ruby,” she teased, gently removing the fork from Ruby’s hand before the girl could dart toward Ary.