Elsa X Isabela Novels & Stories

“It’s a rental. Isn’t it?” “Nope.” Lysander said, “Honestly, you didn’t see the name on the side when we boarded?” “It was the middle of the night, so no, I didn’t see it.” Xavier swaggered over to us. “She’s called Elara Stella.” Our mate’s lips parted in an O. It was good to know we could still surprise our woman. We were going to live a full, long, and happy life together. One full of the best surprises.

Isabella Sean: Standing at about 5"9 feet with long flowing dark hair and deep brown eyes, she exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication. Isabella is the lady betrothed to Lucas Blackwood due to familial arrangements. Unlike Lucas, she wholeheartedly fell for Lucas and loves him very much and as such is enraged at Roseline's sudden entrance into the Frey. She makes several attempts to erase and send Roseline out of the picture through sending spies like Kyle and using Lillian's connections, genuinely praying for Lucas to one day see her in a loving light.

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.

With that, Xavier emerged in the mirror at which Elena staring, holding Eliana on his lap. Eliana just got out of the 18th birthday party Greyson threw for her alone, wearing a crop top, a spangle skirt and age-inappropriate makeup. She had been taller, with dyed long curly hair which Elena didn’t have, looking up at the devil Alpha with a flattering smile. Xavier kissed her cheek and reached his wrinkled hand into her top. “You are far more beautiful than you twin.” The gray-haired old man squeezed her puffy breasts out of her v-neck as he leaned to sniff her virginal fragrance, “Look at her hair! She’s just a tomboy.”

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

Emma said and Matilda furrowed her brows. " XESS?" Matilda said. " In short for, Xander, Elvis, Silver and Steven. They are the most famous here. Girls over here drool for them, they're all handsome and gosh everyone wants to have a moment with them." Ella explained. "What, all girls, what so special about them." clyde said squeezing his face in disgust."

The villagers, bless their kind hearts, took her in, but life was hard, food scarce. Then, came Annalise. A beacon of light in her otherwise bleak existence. Annalise, who had shared her food, her stories, and most importantly, a newfound hope. Elara’s voice trembled as she spoke of Annalise’s dream of escaping to a faraway land, a land filled with endless pastries and endless kindness. And then, Spencer. The fear that clouded Elara’s voice as she described the cold fury in his eyes, the way he dragged Annalise away, sent a shiver down my spine.

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.

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turned, arms crossed. “Sebastine, what do you want?” “I just need a minute…”

I stare into space while continuing to recall those hypnotizing gaze luring my soul in the dark pit of his irises. "Leaxandra!" Quinn shakes me hard enough to snap me out of my trance. Huh? "Look at me." He orders firmly, holding my face to him. His aqua gaze held me captive this time as his eyes searches mine. Through the clear waters of his orbs, I was able to see the reflection of mine, but it scared me most when instead of my normal amber eyes, I caught hint of two pairs of glowing scarlet red eyes.