Elsa X Isabela Novels & Stories

ELSA “What do you mean she has to stay here with us?” I ask as I pace the around the room while Leo soys across from me, his legs crossed and his devilishly handsome face poised with something indescribable. “I'm only going to say this once, Elsa,” he gives me a bored look that makes my heart clench before he concludes his statement, “Sarah has been through a lot and I have to be there for her!”

"Thank you, Lethia." Lethia tapped her back affectionately. "Anyway, what's your lovey-dovey's name?" "Isis." Xanthe smiled, "Isis Lancaster." She felt Lethia stiffen and stare at her. "Say his name again." "Isis Lancaster," she repeated. "Hmm..." Lethia pretended to think, her finger on her chin. "His name sounds familiar. Where's he from?" It was Xanthe’s turn to stiffen. "I, um, I d-don't know."

Not betrayal not fury, not even confusion. It was grief. Like he'd just lost Isabella all over again. "Who are you?" he asked again in a low but hard voice. She looked at him. This man who'd held Isabella when she was terrified. Who'd stood watch in doorways while she checked her phone for threats. Who'd been the only one who believed her. Elara set down her tea using her right hand. The hand Isabella never would have used. "My name is Elara," she said quietly. "I'm her twin sister and I need your help."

Burke bellowed, his voice booming, drawing everyone’s attention. Lancelot and Rui subtly stepped back a few paces, maintaining their distance from him. We don’t know this guy! “We’re number 2!” A petite girl wearing a pink hoodie, with fair skin and a delicate face, cheerfully hopped forward, waving a number 2 slip in her hand. Lancelot thought for a moment and recalled some details from the past few days. Elisa, 13 years old, B-level potential, a hybrid esper with physical enhancement and mental manipulation powers. She had been in the training camp for three months and was quite strong.

"I hired her today; she came with me because I asked her to." Inesa nodded, but internally she already considered Isabella a threat, a threat she would take care of eradicating. "Oh, great. Welcome to the Elysium group," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I hope you last longer than the previous ones." Isabella didn't know whether to feel happy or sad; she couldn't understand Sebastián at all. "I... I have to go, Mr. Ashford," she said, playing along.

she asked, still trying to shake off the sleep. "A surprise," Xavier replied, his eyes glinting with amusement. Isa sighed and leaned back in her seat, watching the scenery pass by outside her window. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, trapped in this car with a man who seemed to enjoy controlling her every move. As they drove, Xavier pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Chelsea. How are you doing?" he said, his voice low and mysterious. Isa's ears perked up at the name Chelsea. Who was she, and what did she have to do with Xavier's plan for revenge?

Cristela ran up the stairs and I held back a warning that she should slow down. Elise trailed after her but she was slower. “Elise?." She stopped and turned to me. Her eyes darkened. “Gabe." She whispered, from where she was standing I didn't hear her but I read her lips. “I overheard, you're planning a birthday present for Cristela?." She froze and blinked frantically as if she was clicking her eyeballs and telling her brain to reboot. “Yes." She admitted rigidly. “What's it going to be?."

I can’t help but chuckle a little myself, as this was definitely not what they had in mind when they insisted on speaking to Elijah face to face. “Now, do we really have a problem, or is it solved with me showing up?” Selene asks, sounding annoyed by the interruption in whatever she was doing. “We don’t have a problem, My Lady.” Ellesar answers with a bow of his head. “Good! And I want to make it clear; stop being misogynistic assholes and start doing something actually important to your fellow werewolves, or I will be back with a vengeance. This has gone on for too long now, Ellesar.” Her piercing gaze lands on Einar and some of the others, who all shrink into their chairs under her stare.