Elsie Bray Novels & Stories

The first woman might not surprise him so much because he knows next to nothing about her except that she's an ex-convict but the second, how did it happen? “Uncle Santiago”Elsie Blake came running into Santiago. The latter hugged her to the side. Elsie is either with Charlotte or looking for him. Some people would think she's their daughter. Adrian's attention was shifted and he glanced at the little girl. A feeling of love flowed from him to her and he said “Hello pretty” “Hello uncle,” Elsie replied, waving her hand at him. He's such a cute uncle. She smiled and that caught Adrian's attention the more. She looked like someone from his family.

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.

was as bright as ever. "Oh, my sweet girl," Elsie whispered as Aria knelt to embrace her. The scent of lavender and old prayer books enveloped Aria, a sensory bridge to the only home she had ever known. "You look like a queen. A beautiful, glowing queen." Elsie’s gaze shifted to Ethan. The 32-year-old millionaire, who had intimidated the most ruthless men in New York, suddenly looked like a nervous boy. He stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back, his blue eyes searching the old woman’s face for judgment.

she breathed, rushing down the steps. I met her halfway. “Where is my wife?” Her lips trembled. “She’s… she’s not home, sir.” My blood turned to ice. “What do you mean she’s not home?” “She…she went out earlier. She followed Lila.” “Followed her? Why?” Elsie swallowed hard. “She believed Lila was hiding something, and she told me she wanted proof, so she sent Lila to the market and… she followed her.” I grabbed her shoulders, trying to steady her trembling frame. “When?”

- I patted her hands, flashing a pretentious smile towards the unnoticing reporters. Irina, stunned by my swift change in mood, gritted her teeth while holding up her pretentious smile. She knew that the jig was up, she chuckled drily - her eyes evasive. "Since we've met here, why don't we go on a shopping date together?. Miss Selene only picked a Chess piece, your tastes have changed overnight and i would love to know why." - She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public.

Cole stated as a completely ordinary looking lady stepped out in front of us, I mentally flicked through the book Peter had given me to see if I could remember another race besides guardians that had no obvious indication of their race, but I just hadn't spent enough time reading it to be able to say with any certainty. “Miss Drovnic, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Elsie Mason.” She held out her hand as I tried to control my surprise, I glanced at Cole briefly hoping he would give something away but his expression as usual when in the company of others, was stoic and controlled. He was much more relaxed when we were alone.

She had been there maybe ten minutes, trying to think of something to say that would not make it worse, when the voice came from the room to her left. "Eliza Marie Vane." Eliza's spine straightened. Beatrice Vane was being helped into a wheelchair in the adjacent doorway. Killian's grandmother moved slowly but with great precision, her white hair pinned up, her eyes the same dark navy blue the whole family carried. She looked at Eliza. "You did not come yesterday." "I had" "You said you would come yesterday." Beatrice settled into the wheelchair. Then her eyes moved to Briar and her expression shifted into something warmer and immediate. "Briar. Come here, child."

“I know I've already told you that at least ten times since I picked you up from the hotel room. But seriously, Elsie. You look like a model.” “You're too sweet, Ollie. I have to admit that I feel a little weird wearing this dress, though,” Elsie said, as she played with the pearl bracelet that hung loosely on her wrist. “But I'm flattered that you like it.” “Please wear it every single time I see you,” he joked. “It's either that, or the green scrubs. You can choose.” Elsie chuckled as she swirled the red wine in her glass. She may have been a country girl from a small farm town in the middle of nowhere, but she sure as hell knew how to look and act classy.

I said softly, “what was she like?” He leaned back in his chair, gazing distantly, and thoughtful. “Her name was Elise. She was… quiet. Reserved. Kind in a way that didn’t draw attention. She was like a fictional princess. She was obsessed with animals, loved the garden especially the lilies. She was understanding, humble, patient... she was an angel.” I listened carefully, memorizing every word. “She wasn’t very social,” he continued. “Didn’t care for parties or travel. She preferred things simple.”