Elsie Hughes Novels & Stories

Her dress perfectly tailored to her slender figure. A woman who belonged to his world. “Mother, I’d like you to meet Eloise,” Nigel said, turning to face her. “She’s my fiancée.” Eloise bowed slightly, a charming smile on her lips. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Harris. Nigel has told me so much about you.” Mrs. Harris offered a polite smile, but Ryse noticed the fleeting glint in the lady of the house’s eyes. An unreadable glint, perhaps even a hint of disappointment.

Hilda looked forward at her husband, who stood at the door. "Don't just stand there. Come and see your beautiful grandmother." She said to him. Edward walked towards her and looked at Catherine. Catherine smiled when she saw him. "Aw! She is smiling! Look at her cute smile." Hilda said. "Can I hold her?" Edward asked his wife, knowing what her response will be. "No. I haven't carried her long enough." Hilda said. Rebecca scanned the room and couldn't find Crystal. "Where is Crystal?" She asked her parents.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

I tapped gently on my phone. “ That video of yours could contain lies. It must be an AI-generated video!” Jason screamed trying to rush at me to grab the phone. "That won't be necessary. My Eva would never lie about such a thing." Everyone turned. An elegant woman walked through the crowd. She was in her sixties with silver hair pulled into a slicked bun. She wore a simple black dress from my first collection. Elizabeth Harrington. My mentor. My friend. The woman who bought my first design for three thousand dollars when I was struggling walked towards us.

I had a certain aura that made all my employees afraid of me, and I liked it, it makes them do their work accurately. “She is human, how is she our mate?” I asked Blaze. “Being human doesn't count” He said. She seems pretty naive to get mixed into mine and Lyall's shit. Would Lyall even like her? This is so fucked up. I ran a background check on Elsie, turns out she is from Penslyvannia, she graduated from the same highschool as Lyall and Crescent, they might know her. Elsie seems to be just a normal girl who is getting just getting a grip on her life. She finished from college a few months ago and now she's in her internship process.

“But please, I beg of you, let Camille be. She is all I have.” Before Lord Edgar could respond, a woman entered the chambers. Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal, as she glided across the room. Her beauty was striking—dark, flowing hair that reached her butt flowed behind her, onyx eyes that shimmered eerily. Her visage was impassive, and she walked towards her husband. She was Lady Elaine, the wife to Lord Edgar and mother to Elbert. Not only was she an original vampire from England, but she was also the most powerful witch in Svetyland, feared by all who knew her.

With time at stake, she had only one helper in mind as she reminisced Elsie telling her to press the bell for assistance so she did. It wasn't up to two minutes before she heard a knock on the door. "Please come in," she yelled. "Good afternoon Monica," Elsie greeted. "Good afternoon," she responded. Elsie was excited about being called by Monica. She liked Monica the instant they met. To her, Monica's life was perfect, being married to Sly. She thought that Monica lacked in a fashion which she could help with and with that, she could also learn how to attract someone like Sly. The truth is, Elsie, took the job of a maid because of financial constraints but she still wanted to further her ed

"I asked somebody to obtain the consumer list of the BMW factory from around 30 years ago. You can refer to it." All of a sudden, Hilda came across a photo. Naturally, the woman in the photo had a hooked nose. Aside from that, she was very pretty and had an air of heavy solemnity which made her features particularly prominent. Her name was Elizabeth Jones. 28 years ago, Elizabeth was 27 years old.

Oswald saw the housekeeper and asked, “Where’s Grandma?” Elsie looked the housekeeper and smiled slightly, and she thought to herself, ‘They finally got themselves a housekeeper after exhausting the importance of me as a housekeeper. I guess they could now afford one and they didn’t need my help anymore.’ Oswald saw her in her thoughts and said to her, “Let’s go to the garden, I’m told that grandma is there.” Elsie nodded her head and walked ahead of him, she saw the old woman in a swing chair with spectacles on her nose and reading newspapers. Elsie walked towards her with a smile on her face, when Julian looked up and noticed Elsie, a broad smile appeared on her face.

I said softly, “what was she like?” He leaned back in his chair, gazing distantly, and thoughtful. “Her name was Elise. She was… quiet. Reserved. Kind in a way that didn’t draw attention. She was like a fictional princess. She was obsessed with animals, loved the garden especially the lilies. She was understanding, humble, patient... she was an angel.” I listened carefully, memorizing every word. “She wasn’t very social,” he continued. “Didn’t care for parties or travel. She preferred things simple.”