Elsa Green Novels & Stories

he chuckled. "Is that right?" Ansel narrowed his eyes at Elisa. Her lips curled into a small smile. "Yes. I was just telling Mr. Green how great it is to be your employee, but I might branch out. Mr. Green has some really great positions open in his company," Elisa said and stared into Ansel's eyes. She knows he is jealous, Ansel thought. Ansel grabbed her hand. "Elisa isn't going anywhere. She works for me, and that's where she will be for the rest of her life," Ansel said sharply.

I pursed my lips as he wriggled his head. "There's another way we can get our artifacts back." I chirped and he rewarded me with a skeptical look. "I'm listening." He said and a tiny smile crept to my face. "We've known for a long time that Green doesn't have any weaknesses but this time, I found out she has one." "Eren..." He wriggled his head again. "Green has a mate." I said. His jaw dropped as his eyes widened. "Who?" "Zeus." I muttered and claws sharply protruded from his fingers, tearing his couch.

She thumbed through books, opened desk drawers, and looked behind wall hangings, but found nothing. When Jessica returned with a tray laden with a Mikasa tea set and a small pyramid of petit fours, Elsa studied her closer. Her skin tone was pale, almost sallow looking. Dark circles rested in the hollows of her eyes and her cheeks looked sunken. She found it hard to believe that I’d date someone in such poor health. When Jessica looked up to ask how she took her tea, Elsa sucked in air as she noticed that the pupils of Jess’s eyes were dilated.

Come on, I'm sorry for that. I know I've been a bit too focused on..other things. But I'll try to make time in the future. " Elsa was a very beautiful woman. Her caramel skin and dark hair highlighted her features. Lisa took after the woman, even though Emily was a lot closer to Mom than she was. " Anyways, I have something for you " The older woman presents a small jewelry box to Lisa. Lisa accepts it curious, she finds that it houses a beautiful gold necklace with a heart pendant. " What's this for?"

I am at the bar," the message read. Elsie sneered at the message, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth. She typed a reply. "Oh, thank goodness. I've been waiting for so long, and I've gotten thirsty. I'll be right back," Elsie wrote. "Okay, I'm waiting :)" Sister Trixson responded. "Yeah," Elsie replied. A smile tugged at Elsie's lips. She laughed "Keep waiting, Trixson. Just keep waiting." Elsie sought permission from Aunt Rina to use the restroom, and once inside, she discreetly retrieved a hidden laptop concealed behind the sink mirror. With a swift motion, she switched it on, and the screen flickered to life, displaying lines of green code cascading down.

I fight with lawyers and leverage, with carefully crafted narratives and strategically placed pressure. I fight with precision. Right on schedule, another car pulls up to the curb. A sleek silver BMW that purrs to a stop behind my sedan. The driver's door opens, and Elsa steps out. Perfect. My distant cousin has always been useful in situations that require a certain... delicate touch. To the outside world, Elsa Harrington is a philanthropist, a socialite who organizes charity galas and sits on the boards of various humanitarian foundations. Her smile has graced magazine covers. Her name appears on donor lists for children's hospitals and women's shelters.

Chapter 20 Meanwhile, Nathan sat in his chair, his eyes not leaving the laptop screen that displayed several articles and a person's track record. His face looked serious, occasionally squinting, making sure that the information he was reading was correct. In front of him, Samon—his personal assistant—stood with an expressionless face, waiting for a reaction from his superior. "So, are you sure about this information?" Nathan's voice sounded deep and tense. Samon nodded. "Yes, sir. I've checked from various sources. Miss Elena is indeed the person behind the name Queen Elisabeth. She is the legendary designer who has been so mysterious."

To grab a panicking, restrained person was to pour gasoline on a fire. "Clara," Elise said. Her voice was a masterpiece of vocal modulation—it was low, incredibly steady, and pitched at a frequency that penetrated the chaotic static of the panic without adding to the alarm. "My name is Dr. Chen. You are in Elysium. You are entirely safe. I am going to unbuckle your wrists now. You are going to feel the leather loosen." Elise moved her hands slowly, keeping them entirely within Clara’s erratic field of vision. With two swift, practiced clicks, the heavy steel buckles gave way.

They were sitting on the living room. “Mommy! Look, grandma is here!” Claire isn’t as fond of Eliana as she is with Victoria. But, she still missed her grandma. “Ellyse,” Her mother stood up. Eliana Kennedy is wearing a long dress sage green silk dress, her hair is up in a french twist. Her wrists are filled with gold bangles, she was literally dripping in gold. “Mom,” She walked towards her to plant a brief kiss on her cheek. “Let’s talk somewhere,” She whispered to her. She didn’t want Claire to hear any of what she was saying.

Layla had learned about this in school once. Heterochromia. One eye was a deep blue, almost violet and another was stark grey. Matching the streaks of her hair and an intense thunderstorm. “Welcome Initiates!” she shouted with her arms lifted to her sides. She looked at everyone below her. “Welcome to Elysium Academy. We look forward to seeing old friends….” Her gaze shifted and found Laylas. “…and meeting new ones.” There was a loud thunderous applause from the initiates and hooting. Everyone was shouting.