Novel & Cerita Elsie Hughes

Then he went back to what he was reading. “Because it is actually happening and it is driving me crazy!” Elisa half screamed. “Okay relax Elisa, calm down okay? And calmly tell me everything.” He sat up, dropped his magazine and focused at her with full attention. Elisa exhaled deeply. “This is crazy…” she muttered with a sigh. “Dad, you know my friend, Eleanor right?” Her Dad squinted in confusion, “Eleanor? If I am correct, the human girl that left the city to oversees?”

The lie came easily because I still hadn’t figured out what Mary Walker was all about and until I did, I wouldn’t just give away information freely. “Are you here for the Battle of the Brews?” She asked me as Jules came down the stairs and looked from me to Mary Walker. “Hi Grandma,” she said and sat down next to her. “Morning Alex,” she said as she looked at me. “Hi Jules,” I said and Mary smiled at us. I saw the resemblance then. They had the same eyes. “Ah, you two have met,” she said with a smile. “I have to get to work,” Jules said as she stood up again and I watched her leave.

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?”

[POV: Lewis] (Location: Edinburgh) Eleanor said the name clearly, the way she always delivered difficult information — no cushioning, no preamble. "Margaret Holt." Lewis stood at the kitchen counter and ran the name through everything he knew. Margaret Holt. Edinburgh charity circuit. Patron of the arts. Fifties, well-connected, the kind of woman who appeared in the Edinburgh Evening News twice a year beside someone receiving an award she'd funded. He'd shaken her hand at a cancer research gala two years ago. She'd been standing beside Catherine, which he'd noted and then immediately filed away as irrelevant because everyone on that circuit had stood beside Catherine at some point.

it was early in the morning, and Elsa was woken up by the phone. Elsa picked up the phone in confusion and saw the name Rhoda Hayes on it. "Elsa, you remember the movie building's audition at nine o'clock this morning?" Rhoda is her assistant and had been with her for two years. Elsa always goes to her auditions alone so she didn't want Rhoda to come with her. she only allowed her to go with her when she had work for her to do.

Oh boy, I think I’m going to fall right now. “Stop playing Louis,” Princess Elsie scolds again, then gets to her feet too and walks towards us. She is really tall as I can see, especially with her long pencil heels. Her nails are neatly done, her hair straightened and her skin very flawless, she’s is the most beautiful woman I have seen no doubt.

The room felt weirdly empty without their particular brand of chaos. "El?" I mumbled, collapsing onto a lumpy mattress that smelled faintly of dust and disinfectant. "hm?" she answered, not looking up. She was trying to fix a tangled mess of wires that had once been a pair of earbuds, her brow furrowed in concentration. Elsie was like that; she couldn't sit still. Her hands always had to be busy, solving a problem, fixing something broken. It was both admirable and, right now, incredibly annoying.

She says as she sits next to me and holds my hand. “Okay I guess you are right.” I say. “Wow, you listen to her in a go but not to me even after I begged and pleaded. This is unbelievable.” “Well, she is listening to the boss.” Eleanor says as she snaps her fingers. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss.” Lucas enunciates each and every word.

the black-haired one said and pointed at the one beside her. "Maids?" Amelia said, confused. "Yes, madam, maids. We'll take care of you, dress you, and fix your hair, and fix your room, and many more" Maisy said and smiled at Amelia. "I see," Amelia said and smiled at the both of them. "Nice to meet the both of you," she said and offered her hand to them. Helga and Maisy looked at each other, surprised at Amelia's action. Maisy was the one who shook hands with Amelia first and then Helga.

She was obliged to. Perhaps the reason she didn’t was their pathetic attempt to get rid of Sally. She looked back to Mrs Terrence, or simply Agnes, but not fully as a foot still leaned against the first stair. “Where were you?” Agnes asked. “I went out to see a friend” She surrendered truthfully and Agnes hummed. “This late?” She added and Amy eyerolled at the clock. “It’s not even 7pm” “It’s not even dark outside”