Elsa Green Novels & Stories

"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.

“Stella, you take such good care of yourself! Your skin looks like that of a girl in her early twenties—I’m jealous.” “Oh, come off it! You’re just buttering me up. Your mom’s inside—go on in.” “Got it!” Eleanor linked arms with me and walked inside. “Mom, I brought Scarlett!” The assistant nurse closed the door behind us. Elisa’s office was spacious, featuring not only a workspace but also a treatment room. The treatment room door opened, and she emerged wearing a white lab coat. A woman in her forties, she sported a sleek, stylish short haircut. Well-preserved, with light makeup that barely showed her age, she radiated the charm of a mature woman—intelligent and graceful.

A pair of suspicious emerald eyes peered through the slight opening. “Myrna? What are ye doin’ coming all the way out here?” The woman glared at her. “It’s been ages and ye think ye can jus’ come traipsing over here all ‘ladedah’ like nothing.” “Elsbeth,” Myrna sighed, “Are you going to let us in or make us stand out here until the sun sets?” Elsbeth shifted her gaze to Melissa. It was intense to be the sole focus of those strangely bright green eyes. Like they were able to see deep inside her and bare her soul.

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

Jennifer thought about crying at first but now she shivered and sat back in her seat. What do you me..a. n.?" Klaus didn't even finish when Gabriel stopped him by putting his finger on his lips. “Your Majesty, Lady Elsa is here,” Gramson said and was heard by all. Turning her head, she saw a girl in a pink dress, beautifully dressed, came in.

“E-excuse me, umm – I’m Luke Sager and –” “You’re here to be a subject for the heat suppressant.” She said interestingly and she chuckled after that but that made Luke doubt his decision of going there. “I’m Gar – Elisa Egold, the assistant of the head researcher of this project.” Her voice altered as she talked at first but it returned as she said her name and she was done with her activity as there was a click heard inside the room. “Nice to meet you, Luke Sager.” Elise said when she turned around, he found that she was in a half werewolf-human form which only happened when the inner wolf and the self’s desire and passion coincide with each other.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

She is clearly competent, her demeanor professional yet friendly, providing a detailed overview of my schedule and the tasks ahead with a confidence that belies her youth. Elise is part of Laura's team, so she is well aware that I am not Verona. Laura's strategy is meticulously plotted, leaving no room for errors. Elise is to act as my assistant, while in fact being the true stylist, her expertise crucial to maintaining the ruse of my role as Verona.

Around her neck and wrists, she wore simple yet exquisite jewelry—silver pieces that caught the light and sparkled softly. Elara walked with a grace and determination that Solas found both admirable and irritating. She was not cowering, not trembling as so many before her had. Her green eyes were steady, her full lips set in a firm line. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back, a striking contrast to the pristine white of her dress.

The longer they were blind to her true identity, the easier it would be to dismantle their lives piece by piece. Elara turned away from the balcony and re-entered the ballroom, her movements graceful and controlled. The gown she wore—emerald green silk that flowed like water around her—caught the light as she moved, drawing the eyes of those around her. She could feel their gazes on her, the curiosity and speculation that had followed her since she first arrived in the city. Elena Grey had quickly become the subject of whispers, a mysterious figure who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, capturing the attention of society with her beauty and poise.