Elsa X Isabela Novels & Stories

I said and following my voice, she nodded her head as we walked up the stairs. We made our way into the hallway and as we moved towards the elevator, Xavier beamed, “I've missed my darling.” He said and I exclaimed, “Keeping up with her question has gotten really hard these days. It seems like she picks a new question to disturb me with. This morning was Elsa being a queen or a princess?” I lamented and Xavier laughed. “That's my princess. Don't worry, I'll relieve you of your stress. I'm back.” He said, and placec his arm around my shoulders. He pulled closer to me and placed a kiss on my forehead.

I replied rudely. " Sir I found out that Xander and Elisa Lance doesn't live in the same house. She lives with her Aunt and her daughter in her penthouse. Xander lives with his mother and at times, he goes out of the country so he rarely spends time with them. Her Aunt stays at home to take care of her niece's daughter while Elisa handles their company's branch here." He reported. They live alone?? I thought they're married?? " But aren't they married?" I asked suspiciously.

She put her hand out to shake the event planner's hand, but instead, she laid eyes on me, completely ignoring Hippolyta. "My, my, my. What a beauty you are. It was a pleasure for my company to put together your ceremony Luna. My name is Isabela and I've been in the business for 45 plus years!" I reached for her hand and she grasped on tightly, shaking vigorously in excitement. For such a small old lady, she has some wits about her. "I must say, your Alpha reached out to me personally and offered assistance with straightening up in the interior of this train wreck – er – no offence. You will appreciate all the changes, I give you my utmost assurance."

But Elena had been quicker than she anticipated, and now Isabella was left feeling humiliated and vulnerable. Isabella had been overjoyed earlier in the day when Elizabeth had invited her to the Niki restaurant. However, her excitement quickly turned to rage when she spotted Elena making her way towards the entrance. Isabella had planned to confront Elena and physically harm her, but before she could even approach her, Elena had spilled wine all over her. Now, Isabella was left with no choice but to play the victim and seek comfort from Elizabeth, who seemed to be buying her story.

I nodded my head but then remembered how the guy from earlier leaned onto me just to ask me to speak up. "Yes," I whispered before moving out of there. Maybe he was right. But I will convince him. I don't want to sit idle at home when I can work and provide for myself. I walked back inside and saw Giselle now sitting on the floor with a very active Crystal playing with blocks. I could see how tired she was. Dark circles surrounded her eyes. "I'll take Crystal out for a walk. You can go have some rest Gisele" I said picking Crystal up who was suddenly excited at the mention of going out.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

His jaw tightened. "Her name is Selah," Xavier said, his voice dropping into a rough, quiet whisper. "She’s different, Isaiah. She’s not like anyone in our world. She doesn't care about the titles or the money. She looked straight through me, like she could see the cage I’m trapped in."

“I see that Isaac paid you a visit.” “He did.” I cross my arms over my chest. It hurts, but I don’t let it show. Isla’s face was the first thing I saw when I came back to lucidity after Ella brought us through the veil. She’s beautiful. Dainty, soft, and smells like a garden in bloom. But she’s so different from Ella. I find that interesting. Isla is shorter than her daughter. Her hair is golden blonde, like the sun, and her eyes are an icy blue. She and Isaac favor each other. Ella is her father’s daughter, through and through. She has none of her mother’s sweetness. Graceful, sure. Beautiful, the most. But Ella is all fire. She’s bossy, demanding, and sometimes cold. I wouldn’t have it any

Then, he rose from his seat and walked towards me, his movement graceful and deliberate. I shivered, still seated as he crouched beside me. He leaned closer to my face and I tilted my head to look at him in the eyes. "If I will help you..." he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "You must give me something in return." "What do you want?" I asked in a low voice. His eyes gleamed with intensity. "I want you, Isabella" he whispered, his lips grazing my ear. I jerked back, shocked by his request. "Don Xander!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling.

"Elara Quinn" "How many times are you going to introduce yourself?" Isla asked, following Behidn and then standing in front of her. "I am Isla and the younger sister to that girl that keeps saying her name." Isla didn't bother to stretch her hand for a handshake since the girl stood stunned, leaving Elara's hand in the air.