Eltingville Characters Novels & Stories

“None of you smoke tonight.” Everyone obediently put away their cigarettes and lighters. “Michael, you just started and already under the wife’s thumb?” someone joked. “Michael is a true gentleman!” “Lesson learned!” Ella tilted her head, smiling. “Ellen, Michael is really great. Good character, handsome, wealthy, treats you and Nina well…” “Ella, you’ve forgotten my skills, huh?” Ellen reached over and tickled Ella’s side. Ella shrieked, struggling to escape.

She called out to the two figures working in the courtyard, "Mr. and Mrs. Miller!" Neither of them turned around. She called again and again. At that distance, there was no way they hadn't heard her. Helena continued scattering seeds along the row. "Old man, is this right? We're going too far, aren't we? She stayed with us for a while. Elara doesn't seem like a bad person." George never looked up. He spat into his palms and continued working the soil. "You've got a lot to learn about these things. If you could judge a person's character just by looking at them, you wouldn't still be with an old man like me.

The breakfast date went pretty well, Ella and Elvin were finally getting along, they were having fun, joking around, throwing fries at each other and both of them looked adorable. “You can drop me at the subway Elvin so that I get a proper dressing meanwhile you and Charlotte can go flying into your world of love with unicorns and rainbow”, Ella made a snarky remark. “I think we should just drop Ella into some dumping ground, it would be lot better to have some silence for a change”, I rolled my eyes at her.

“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.

"Hello, you must be El!" When Linda had been abroad, she'd often visited the orphanage. She prided herself on being an approachable person. She bent down in front of Elvin and smiled. "I heard that you're very intelligent." Elvin said nothing. His guard was still completely up. Linda didn't mind. After all, Elvin was Stephen's son, so it was only normal that he had a strange character. She reached her hand out to Elvin. "I'm Linda Mitchell. You can call me Linda."

I said to Charles and he looked at me. “I’ll get you the paperwork,” he said to me. “Do you have the…” I handed him the medical report that Martin Whittier had sent to me the day before. “The description of the shoplifter then went out over the radio, pregnant woman, brown hair, brown eyes and around five foot two inches, right?” I asked Charles and he looked at me. I had already listened to it but I really wanted him to confirm it as well, to tell the truth. “Yes,” he said.

Charles parked his car, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one had followed him before stepping inside the building. As soon as he entered, Asher’s voice rang out. “Why are you so late?” Asher asked, clearly irritated. Charles sighed, a sly smile forming as his eyes landed on Elara. She was trembling, bound, and clearly terrified. “Apologies,” Charles replied, walking over to her. “Work’s been keeping me busy.” He knelt down, lifting her chin with cold fingers. “Did you miss me, sweetheart?”

Ely said briefly. Ely stared as he watched the size and beauty of the bathroom. "Wow, it's still big in my room." He promised. As a child he toyed with the Hot and Cold Water shower in the bathroom. After he took a bath, he looked at the clothes that had been lent to him. "For me to rise from the past?" Ely said and examined his appearance in the mirror. Lucifer was just waiting in the kitchen and he heated up the Sobra sobrang Pizza that Charlotte and Jam had brought. Lucifer was very close, apart from the fact that he was drowsy from drunkenness. The body ached even more, due to fighting with the screamers in the street. Moments later, he heard the bathroom door knob crack. "Ely you ate al

Ford, alongside Charlie Williams had their unbridled attention on the stage. They could feel their hearts swelling in their chests, and Beth, overwhelmed by emotions, wiped her tears with a handkerchief. “I can never thank you two enough for birthing such a magnificent angel!” The aged green-eyed man spoke with truthfulness, and Elias — his dear friend glanced at him. “Well… I thank you too, Charlie. My daughter has gotten the right person because of you.” As he smiled, he pointed a hand to the box closest to the stage, and seated right there, was Doreen Williams in all his glory.

"What are you doing?" Laughing, she raised the book, pointing at a picture of six-month-old baby Aiden dressed as a sailor. "You look so cute here. I want to pinch those chubby cheeks so bad." Elsie turned the page to another where he was clad in a pirate outfit, holding a sword made of butter. "Who are they?" Elsie pointed a photo of the family. She recognized the mother Loretta Scott, grandmother Justina Scott and father Lowe Scott but not the siblings. And of course her husband.