Elsie Hughes Novels & Stories

The more they feared you the more the respected you. Mrs. Dubois, formally known as one of the powerful women in Atlanta, sat in the lobby with Joseline comforting her. Mrs. Dubious was mostly known for her charitable donations to hospitals like the Peachford hospital. She ran multi-millionaire companies and had a daughter, Bella, along with a husband, Mr. Dubois.

She was stalling. “I will show you,” Iris made Athena stand up and dragged her to a separate room, and Azazel followed. She opened the door revealing a little girl of about seven years. Athena and Azazel were stumped. Iris stood ashamed. Athena and Azazel looked at each other in astoundment. While Azazel understood what was happening, Athena still lacked emotional processing of the situation. The little girl had blonde hair and hazel eyes, pretty as the other two ladies in the room. She immediately got down and ran toward Iris, hugging her waist, “Is she Theia, Mom?” the girl asked, knocking the breath out of Athena and Azazel.

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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.

Elaine had trust in her husband so she decided to forget about the scene. Lincoln helped Eva on the chair in the garden and was about to leave when she held his hand “I don’t want to be a bother, but my husband isn’t here to take care of me. Can you please send a maid to get me a glass of milk?” she asked with a painful look. He nodded and also felt bad for her, what could she be sick of? He didn’t like poking his nose where it doesn’t belong but his curiosity was more than him. What was she so sick of that they had to come to their pack for treatment?

I flop down on her orange sofa. Elsie’s place is eclectic, almost a throw back to the seventies with all her vintage pieces. Her easy rounded chair near the sofa is an aquamarine velvet, with yellow cushions on it. The only modern thing in her lounge is a flat screen on the wall with bookshelves next to it. Elsie, like myself, loves to read. “Nah, I’ve got to go to work, I don’t have time off until November, and I cannot wait. Do you want a glass of wine whilst we get ready?”

Her eyes looked boldly at Victoria. "Do you really enjoy disturbing someone's sleep? You should understand what it's like to want to rest on a high quality bed after a long day of taking care of this big palace since you're also a maid like me." Her name was Elsie. Victoria remembered her as one of Claudia's trusted maids in this house, one who often annoyed Victoria. Elsie still had no fear even though everyone knew that Victoria was Helio's wife now. "You can talk to me like that?"

I hope for her sake her wolf finally comes. We arrived at the Leafwall late afternoon and visited Elsa in her cabin. Entering there, I realised the fireplace wasn't lit. Not like it mattered. She did not need the heat, but the atmosphere was chilly. I heard someone clear their throat, and we all turned in the direction. Elsa was wearing an orange jacket over black jeans and a black Camisole. She looked elegant, and her grey hair was full and luscious. "To what do I owe this visit?" Elsa asked, and I smiled at her. She moved to hug us, and we gladly hugged her warmly. Her family had served ours for generations.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Elsie held a thermal bag hesitantly in her hand, deciding not to hand it over to Casey. She had personally cooked the food and intended to give it to Patrick. She had even taken lessons from a top chef to learn how to make soup because she had heard from Casey that Patrick had hardly eaten since the accident. Elsie believed that if Patrick tasted her soup, he would regain his appetite and understand her care for him.Casey swung open the door and cheerfully called out to Patrick, "Pat, I'm here to see you!"However, instead of Patrick's concern for her, an unfamiliar atmosphere filled the room. It was only then that Casey noticed Patrick's raised bed as he leaned against the headboard. Standin