Elsie Bray Novels & Stories

Rested a framed photograph. An elderly woman. Elegant. Silver-haired. Smiling gently at the camera. On the bottom of the frame, written in graceful handwriting, were six words. I'll return when it's safe. — Elizabeth Adrian's breathing stopped. His grandmother... Had never written a farewell. She had written a promise. Which meant only one thing. If the photograph was telling the truth... Elizabeth Blackwell had never died. She was still alive. Somewhere. Watching. Waiting. And perhaps...

“I see.” My hands rolled into fists by my side as she ascended the stairs. I should never have asked. ~~~~ “Who is she?” Kris whispered as she moved so closely to me. She was bad at doing things secretly. Moving close to me this way simply made it obvious that she was asking questions. “My cousin—“ “I’m Elsie,” she cut in from my left-hand side. “Elsie Brown.” “Brown?” Kris stared at me. “I’m pretty sure I’ve heard the combinations of those names before…”

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

He repiled as they enter the sitting room. "My son!" Mrs Brayan called hugging him and smiling brightly. "My daughter" She called and hugged Daisy after hugging Reed. Daisy greet with snow before they finally took their seats. "You're really beautiful than in pictures"Mrs Brayan said staring dreamly at Daisy. "Thanks ma'am"She repiled with a little smile plastered on her face. "What do you do for a living?" She asked. "I'm a personal manager at the Brown company"She repiled. "Oh my God, that's awesome how old are you?" She asked further.

Who would have thought that the Hayden family’s underlings would not open the door for her at all, and on this hot day, they actually let her stand in the sun, even though the sun was about to set, but the heat was steaming up and her delicate skin was about to be burnt. If she hadn’t married into the Hayden family now, she would have taught this ungrateful servant a lesson. Just then, a woman’s figure appeared in Elsie’s afterimage. Carrying a bag of stuff in his hand, looking at it, it is clear that he came back from the supermarket. Elsie didn’t even think about it, she just assumed this was the Hayden family’s

Isabel was in her younger sister’s bedroom watching her as she played with her doll house. Teresa was Isabel’s world. She adores the young child with every fibre of her being and will do anything to protect her from harm. Isabel isn’t the only one who feels that way about Teresa, so does her parents.

Andrew’s mumbled words fell between them; Elaine’s bread remained mostly uneaten in her palm. “Naomi- her name is Naomi Sher, and she’s fifteen.”