Elsie Hughes Novels & Stories

As I went to brush my teeth I stared into the mirror in front of me. The women starting back at me did not look like the 16-year old I had last seen four years ago. Her hair, now washed and free from dirt, was a light blonde shade. Her body, although thin from the lack of food, had filled out, she now had noticeable breasts, her figure changed and she now stood at a height of what appeared to be 5" 11. A typical she-wolfs height. Her green eyes were peircing, complimented by high cheekbones, a sharp jawline and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. Her plump lips sat directly under. She had her Dad's eyes. My heart clenched at the thought.

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

That’s all that’s in his head. “Oh, sorry, please come in.” Mrs Smith called in a beautiful and gorgeous red-haired girl to the class, she’s tall like a model and has the stunning look of an Angel. “Ohhh she’s cute.” My wolf complimented this girl, he never does that, not even once, not even Ainsley, so what makes her different? “Everyone, this is Justin Reyes, she just transferred here. I expect everyone to be welcoming and nice to her. Kingsley, stay away from her.”

the girl said and curtsied. "What is your name?" Cassie asked. "Janice my lady," she said. "How old are you?" Cassie asked. "Nineteen." Janice said getting nervous. “How long have you worked in this house?" Cassie asked. "Close to three years my lady" Janice said. The house master was getting annoyed that he was just standing there he had work to do. "So in that time I'm sure you seen Susan visit here with her parents?" Cassie asked.

You haven’t been on a holiday since I don’t know when. ‘Which is why I’m going now,’ Aunt Elsie said. ‘I’ve booked myself a few days in the Outer Hebrides—on the Isle of Harris to start with. I've got got an pen pal-pal from school who lives there. Her husband passed away recently so she could work with some company. You’ll be right with looking after Flossie for a few days?’ ‘Of course,’ Dave said. ‘We’re not going anywhere.’

It was evening, and it hadn't been long since Lisa had returned from her place of work. She was on her system right in the dinning section after dinner had been taken with Herzl and uncle Kent's wife, Elsie, that now resides with them. Elsie was always with a smile on her face whenever she was busy in the house or not —even if she was heartbroken and still in grief due to her husband's death, it did not hinder her from her usual personality.

Elsie said fearfully. "P-please Mrs. Elsie please help m-me or I-I will die here. Please-please." she said joining her hands in front of her making Mrs. Elsie fell bad for the poor girl. She wanted to help her but not at the stake of her own family but Hazel was also not less than her family for her. Hazel has helped her many times when there was shortage of money inher family, she helped her by giving her expensive jewellery to her for expenses and when Alexander get to find her jewellery missing he had beaten her a lot but the poor girl never told the truth.

she was behind him when he entered the living room. "that was quick" bella said looking at elsie just be sure she was not being held at gunpoint. "am good with people, that's why am the woodley’s chief marketing and communication officer, you know branding..." "we know that already joe, hi elsie" lewis said, "look, am sorry i stood you up..." "let's talk in the car, bye bitch i'll miss you elsie hugged bella before she left.

Part 4 That afternoon, the kitchen of the Barack family home was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea. Elise was busy carrying a tray with a cup of tea for Mr. Abraham. Her appearance was simple yet captivating. Standing at 160 cm, her petite frame appeared graceful. Her shoulder-length black hair was always neatly styled, even though her face was rarely adorned with makeup. Her gaze was gentle, suggesting a patient personality, though her heart often harbored feelings of unease.

Until then, Elizabeth would pray for the safety and wellbeing of those poor unfortunates who suffered her wrath. Mrs. Sara Caldwell was a full figured woman who stood about three inches taller than Elizabeth. Her genuine warmth when she addressed a person overshadowed her overly large beak-like nose and deep set eyes that always sported dark circles. Even her crooked teeth did not deter from the sense of warmth and wellbeing that an individual felt while in her company.