Elsie Hughes Novels & Stories

She couldn’t help it if every new person she met was more distracting than the one before! “Elsie Cannelin, twenty-three, from West Virginia. She was part of a very private coven there. They kept her disappearance out of the media which is why it took me a while to track her down.” Lewis scrolled to a picture of the woman called Elsie. Sparkling green eyes, curly red hair, and a huge smile stared back from the screen. She had been beautiful, and seemingly happy. That girl was nothing like the corpse they had found on the complex stairs. The tightness in Vanessa’s chest returned.Nick took her hand in his.

she said with mock primness, “I actually care about my man and his business. And maybe I’ll make some findings.” Sue smirked. “Ooh, look at that. Mrs. Winthrop in the making.” Eloise sighed dramatically, leaning back. “Well, make sure your findings include a yacht for me. Preferably with a private bartender named Max.” The three of them burst into laughter, their voices carrying over the sound of the waves. After a moment, Sue sipped her drink again, then asked, “By the way, what about our psycho princess, Irina? Haven’t heard about her for a minute."

, I had already made a promise to myself never to tell her what iam always passing through In school. She exhaled. "Kelsi we have no choice here, that's the only place that was like a home to us, remember Mr Richard sponsored your education, feed and shelter for us. We need to return the favor by helping him take care of his family till he will be discharged from the hospital, And You know I've not been sitting idle, and this sale is not going well, can't you see we have to survive. How many people have you seen that's a maid that enjoys the privilege the Richard's are giving to us?

His blue eyes sparkled as he reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card. "Here, take my card. My business runs on computers. If you need any work, just call me up, all right?" Peter took the card: NELSON G. ELDER, CHAIRMAN AND CEO, DESERT LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY. 79 "That's very nice of you, but I have a job," Peter muttered, his voice barely audible above the repetitive melodies and clanging of the slots. "Well, if things change, you've got my number."

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.

The woman was typing something on her computer, and Ava took the opportunity to study her. Because she looked a little older than most supernaturals, Ava couldn’t tell what she was or if she was supernatural at all. She didn’t have the pale skin the vampires did, so she ruled that out. She dressed elegantly, and her greying hair was in a professional bun on top of her head. The name badge on the desk said, ‘Mrs. Benton, Student Welfare Coordinator.’ Ava stood nervously in front of the desk, unsure if she was to just sit or be polite and wait for an invitation. With nothing in her hands now, she could only wring them together while waiting for Mrs. Benton’s attention.

I whisper weakly, smiling as Elsie walks in. Sally sighs, most likely at the loss of a good piece of gossip. She closes up her clipboard and gives Elsie and I the room. Elsie was my favorite person in the world after my husband, Zach. She was the baby sister I had always wanted and when my parents had adopted her eight years ago after her parents had been killed by rogue wolves, I had been excited to finally have someone to dote on, to share secrets with, to have as a confidante. We had grown close incredibly fast, and had been inseparable ever since, much to the surprise of the pack and even my parents. Elsie and I had done everything together and when I got married to my husband five years

Diana shook his head sadly: "I was so dumb that day that I didn't even recognize my Madam. In fact, no matter what, as long as you and your husband haven't divorced, you are the wife of the Smiths." Diana was the old housekeeper of the Smiths and used to help Mrs. Smith with errands. Because Mrs. Smith has always liked him, even Diana was great for her. She clenched the doorknob, lowered her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Grandma, is she okay?" Diana shook his head: "It's still the same, there's no sign of waking up." Rachel West took a breath, only to feel bad. Grandma is such a good person, why did she become like this?

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.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.