Elsa Page Novels & Stories

Killian Walker, the mysterious man who could phase even without the full moon, was something out of the ordinary. Lisa had somehow managed to successfully keep a low profile throughout that morning. No one had come looking for her, thankfully. She had been stupid enough to think that she could keep it up for the full day, but she was soon alerted by the sound of the door opening. I woman stepped forward. She was dressed in a simple knee-length gown, her brown hair pulled in a messy ponytail. The woman seemed to be in her mid-forties yet she looked a lot younger. Lisa was startled at her appearance because she was sure she had locked the door. But she didn't doubt the possibility that Killian

“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.

David said with a grin. Indeed, it was just as he expected. This person was not simple at all! From the looks of it, this party did not seem simple either. “Hello, I am Elsa Winters. I am so happy to meet you,” Elsa reached out her hand and said to Celia. “Hello, Elsa. I am Celie. I love your songs!” Celia cried happily and shook hands with Elsa. “Thank you. Let’s go. Let’s get inside first.” After Elsa said that, she gestured to the two of them.

His sister wasn't the one to be so quiet. " I, Elisa Sava Williams FINALLY HAD MY FIRST PERIOD. NOW I HAVE TURNED INTO A GROWN UP WOMAN AND FINALLY CAN MARRY THE PRINCE OF ITALY." The whole room boomed with a shrill excited voice. Elisa had her arms up in the air as she looked at her family in pure joy but soon it turned into a frown when she found her whole family looking at her like she was some animal who eloped from the zoo.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

Elsa glanced at the paper on the floor and darted her gaze back to Eve. "I just got fired," Eve revealed.

It was genuine — surprised out of him. “You’re not trying to charm me, are you?” “No.” “Good. Because it’s working.” She didn’t smile back. That night, Elise returned to her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She pulled out a small leather notebook. Not pink. Not monogrammed. Just black, unmarked. She wrote one name at the top of the first page: Elena Cruz And beneath it, a line in ink: Let him believe. Let him want. Let him fall.

ELISA POV I jerked up from my sleep. Turning on the light, my eyes searching my room as if it was at any corner of her bedroom. When I saw it wasn't anywhere, I heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Then I pulled the leg I had injured in her dream, checking underneath it to see if there was any mark of rolling blood but no, there was no sign of that giving me full hopes that it was indeed a dream. "It's a dream, Elisa. It's just a dream. " I kept saying that to calm myself. "You aren't a reporter, and you definitely can't dig your head in an unknown chapel, okay? It's just a dream. "