Elsa Green Novels & Stories

Felix showed the invitation to Samuel's bodyguards. As they let Felix and Elisa in, Elisa's Ysl heels made their way onto the grass of the Philips mansion garden, and all the guests glanced at her and Felix. All of them, without exception, even raised their cell phones and took pictures of her and Felix. Elisa didn't know how influential Felix was in the business world, but the old Elisa needed to be more careful. From what she knew, Elisabelt Taylor was a supermodel who had a lot of experience in the modeling world; they both shone as brightly as she and Felix had tonight.

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.

Signing and shaking her head she turned away not wanting to think any more on the subject. Linda was her friend. Elsa was still very tired but was able to make her first class with a few minutes to spare. She even managed to quickly rifle through the boxes still piled on the floor in front of her closet and found a nice summery soft green blouse, white above-the-knee skirt adorned with small daisies and white sandals. She quickly glanced in the mirror to fix her hair and decided to leave it down as Lucas preferred.

she muttered with a faint smile as a rough, gray fabric slid against my arm. “Not enough life.” I raised a brow. “Life in fabric?” “Exactly,” she said, quirking a corner of her mouth. “It needs to move with you, not against you. Not suffocate, but not fall apart either. And color…color needs presence, not apology.” “Not this one then,” I muttered, frowning at a dark green that reflected light oddly. “Too much ambition,” Elsa quipped without looking up. “You can’t intimidate a council in glittering green.”

Her ginger hair seemed out of place for her green eyes. Evelyn Torres. The Obnoxiously flirty, but only when it benefitted her. If Ellie was a queen, Evelyn was her self-appointed lady-in-waiting, always hyping her up. She was the shortest in the group and her lips were plump. Probably from talking too much.

“They said they would use Lyla, since they can’t get close enough to harm Elsa themselves.” “Lyla?” Piper blinked. “Who’s that?” “Well…” Cecil pulled out her phone and tapped into her photo gallery. “I took the liberty of finding out.” She tilted the phone toward Piper. The girl in the picture had a bright smile, curly brown hair falling in perfect ringlets around her shoulders, and wide hazel eyes that sparkled of innocence. Cecil continued, explaining “Lyla Fetcher. She's one of Elsa's mahy fake friends, or should I say minion. She's in the cheerleading team”

She nodded to the driver before walking towards the entrance, her dark hair flowing behind her. Chris couldn't help but stare. Elsa was dressed in a short white dress with black polka dots and thin straps that hugged her body, accentuating her curves. The glow of her skin was highlighted by the shimmering body lotion she had applied, and her deep red lipstick gave her lips a bold and dramatic look. Her thick, dark hair was perfectly curled and rested on her shoulders, giving her a classic and elegant appearance. Every inch of her screamed sophistication and glamour.

it was early in the morning, and Elsa was woken up by the phone. Elsa picked up the phone in confusion and saw the name Rhoda Hayes on it. "Elsa, you remember the movie building's audition at nine o'clock this morning?" Rhoda is her assistant and had been with her for two years. Elsa always goes to her auditions alone so she didn't want Rhoda to come with her. she only allowed her to go with her when she had work for her to do.

Her red dress was a showstopper, hugging her curves in all the right places and making her look like a million bucks. Lucas was about to make his way over to her, but his attention was suddenly caught by the sound of a woman's voice calling his name. "Lucas, darling!" the voice said, echoing through the room. Lucas turned to see who was calling him, and his eyes landed on Elma, who was making her way towards him. She was a vision of elegance, with her long, curly brown hair styled perfectly and her piercing green eyes sparkling with amusement. Her skin was flawless, with a subtle glow that seemed to radiate from within.

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.