Elsa Sakit Gigi Novels & Stories

Seeing Ella’s flushed face, Grandma Sterling asked, “Ella, are you feeling warm? Would you like some watermelon?” “No, Grandma… I think I just ate a little too much,” Ella said, mortified. Grandma Sterling smiled. “I’ll have the butler send you some probiotics later. Good for digestion.” Under the table, Ella quietly pinched Tiesto. He was calmly chewing a piece of pineapple, face completely composed. Annoyed, she twisted harder.

She sipped her yoghurt to make the chewing easier because her jaw was already hurting. "Slow down hungry lion, the food doesn't have legs; it won't run." Elsa sharpened her gaze on Emily. "Don't tell me it's your first time eating a delicious meal." Elsa smirked and walked past them.

she lied, smiling brightly as she ate the sandwich her mom had made her and gave an exaggerated reaction after one bite. " Get outta here, you're gonna be late," Giselle said, laughing heartily at the way Elora's eyes sparkled as she ate. Her daughter loved food but she never seemed to gain weight no matter what she ate, so she just fed Elora whatever makes her happy.

Selena stood up. Celine nodded, and Selena left with a mischievous smirk. In the hallway, Selena pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Elsa… hurry and come here. Make up an excuse that your stomach hurts too.] A moment later Elsa checked her phone: [Okay. On my way.] “Celine, I’m going to the bathroom too. My stomach suddenly hurts,” Elsa said while holding her stomach dramatically. “How can your stomach hurt too?” Celine asked, confused.

Elisa appeared all of a sudden, making her startled. Nodding her head she said, "Yes he did. But I am happy because..." "Because?" "He did not leave me, he cared for me. I was not sad because he scolded me in front of everybody, I know it was my fault but I was sad because he was going to leave without eating. I won't lie but I was sad because it hurt when he got angry and was about to leave. I know he was angry at me but expressing anger on your food is not good. " As she said so Mrs. Elisa smiled, "He doesn't like to eat oily foods in the morning. Yet he ate it without complaining, but he used to get angry even if his usual breakfast would change for a day."

Elsa ask shaking the cookie in his face. "I don't eat cookies, Barbie doll". "I'm stuck. Now i have two questions. Why don't you like cookies and why do you like calling me Barbie doll?" "Nothing. Both answers." "Such a jerk." Elsa mutter with cookies stuck to her mouth. "A cute jerk..." He bites his bottom getting in between Elsa's legs. Elsa squirm absently to the new found connection. "I didn't call you cute." He shrugs and rub circles absently on her lower back.

My teeth bit my lower lips hard, sending pain down my spine. Jeez! What must I have displayed before him? I was very stupid. How could I not recall a thing? “Elisa , please tell me I didn't embarrass myself?” My eyes squeezed shut, anticipating a positive response from her. “You not only embracessed yourself. You did the worst. Go find out from him if you want to know. I feel a little lightheaded because of your alcohol,” she lashed.

Unknown to him, Jayson was staring at him suspiciously. ‘What is he hiding?’ Jayson thought. * * “Gosh, the beef I ate is stuck in between my teeth.” Ellie complained as she tried to use the toothpick to pull it out. Julia laughed at her. “Hey, stop laughing. I am not joking.” Ellie said with a frown. “Oh my gosh, my gums are bleeding.” Ellie said as she felt the metallic taste of blood. “Hey, maybe we should go to the school hospital.” Julia suggested.

she barked. "He kept insulting us," Constanza answered. "We made him shut his filthy mouth." "Did it occur to you he was doing that on purpose?" Elsa seethed. I giggled. Actually, I made some indescribable noise as I'd bitten my tongue and cheeks repeatedly and the amount of blood in my mouth was getting troublesome. Elsa pushed her chair back and came around her desk. I surprised them all by hurling my body into her. My knees buckled and I fell down before I even left the chair. Someone caught me before I hit the ground.