Elsa Jena Novels & Stories

And Tanya hugged herself like she had a chill as Jason just stared at her. Elsa was busy with Lucas who leaned over her to whisper something in her ear, she giggled. The limousine slid into motion and Elsa had crossed her legs causing the soft material to spill to one side and expose one of her beautifully shaped legs. She didn't even seem to notice. Tanya kept her gaze on those two mainly to avoid Jason's eyes. Lucas could feel Tanya's suspicion and knew she'd be in trouble from the first day he'd met her. She was headstrong and seemed to designate herself as Elsa's protector, much like Jason was for him. He grinned to himself, however, Jason was more gifted for the position because he was

Dressed like a bystander and moved like a ghost. “I’m not here to choose sides,” she said. “Then why come?” “Because he’s losing grip. And when he falls, he drags everyone.” I waited. “I can give you Amira’s full contract,” Elsa said. “She’s not working for Damon. She’s working for Thea. And Thea’s building a new empire.” “With Damon or without him?” “Depends on how useful he stays.” Elsa slipped a flash drive into my coat pocket.

“And do you know what’s even more better?” Elara leaned closer and whispered dramatically, “What?” “Some of your neighbors are celebrities and actors.” Elara gasped. “Really? Does that mean I can see… Elsa?” Dr. Halvosen blinked. “Elsa?” Aurora smiled faintly. “She means the lady that did the voice over of the character, Elsa.” “Oh,” he laughed. “I don’t know about Elsa. But I can tell you for a fact that maybe Ryan Vale lives in this apartment.”

he calls, walking off. "Sorry about that, Zane. He's an ignorant knucklehead," Mrs. Jones says. “It’s okay. He’ll come around.” “I guess I have to introduce myself. I’m Elisa Peterson. Janiya's best friend.” "Oh, girl, I’m sorry. Trice is such a mess," Janiya says, embarrassed, before they’re even out of the airport. “Hi Elisa, it’s nice to meet you,” Zane says, smiling. “Nice to finally meet you, too.”

Celeste whispered: “Who is she?” McFarland stared at the footage. “I don't know.” Elena stepped back. “I do.” Everyone turned. Elena's voice trembled. “That is the woman who helped Elias create the first biological template.” Celeste looked at her. “You said Elias created Eve.” “He did.” “Then who is she?” Elena swallowed. “She was his partner.” “Scientist?” “Yes.” “Name?” Elena's eyes filled with fear. “Dr. Miriam Vale.”

Standing in front of the main server, typing into a control panel, was a woman. Tall. Blonde. Dressed in all black. And when she turned, Ayesha’s breath caught. Elena Vasquez. One of Davos’ top operatives. She smiled. “You’re late.” Leena groaned. “Of course it’s her.” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. “Step away from the console, Elena.” Elena tilted her head. “You really think I’d make it that easy?” Then, the alarm sounded. And the trap snapped shut.

Something about her words sent a shiver down my spine. Another voice cut through the silence. “Who are you really?” one of the villagers asked, stepping forward. “We have housed you, cared for you. But we know you are not ordinary travelers.” Kael stiffened beside me, but I could feel his silent support. The question hung in the air, and for a moment, I hesitated. But then, I took a breath. No more hiding. No more running. “I am Elara, Luna Alpha.” A gasp rippled through the crowd. Then, one by one, they knelt.

"It was a moon of Jupiter. I learned about it when I was a kid. It's not the biggest, it's not the brightest, but it's the quiet one. The one that stays in orbit no matter how the universe shifts. Just… always present." Lily looked at him, eyes un-tensing. "Elara," she said softly, experimenting with the word on her tongue. Brenna smiled. "Elara James-Carlston. She fits that." "She will be an artist," Helena said. "Or a revolution. Perhaps both." Lily rested in against Vandaulf, her cheek against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around Elara. "She'll be whatever she wants to be. But she'll always be ours."

The whispers had been growing louder by the day. Later that morning, Jenny strolled into HQ like she’d never fallen apart. Not a strand of hair out of place, her jaw tight, her heels sharp against the polished floors. She moved with purpose, and if she saw me in the meeting room, she gave no sign. Not a glance. Not even the barest flicker of acknowledgment. It was like I didn’t exist. And Elsa—Elsa had no business being anywhere near the Pack House, not after what she’d done. She was banned, officially and thoroughly, after trying to poison Richard. But somehow, this week, she kept slipping past the restrictions.

- I patted her hands, flashing a pretentious smile towards the unnoticing reporters. Irina, stunned by my swift change in mood, gritted her teeth while holding up her pretentious smile. She knew that the jig was up, she chuckled drily - her eyes evasive. "Since we've met here, why don't we go on a shopping date together?. Miss Selene only picked a Chess piece, your tastes have changed overnight and i would love to know why." - She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public.