Flawless Elsie Silver Epub Novels & Stories

" She flung open my closet and began rummaging through my clothes. "It's perfect," she exclaimed, pulling out a silver silk dress that I barely recognized. She held it against me, her grin widening. Exceptional—too exceptional. It shone as light shined on it, material like silk, soft and expensive-looking, showing more than I was used to its high slit and delicate neckline. I mumbled, my cheeks growing warm as I took in its plunging lines. "Uh. I don't remember buying that.". Elisse nudged me with her elbow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Perfect for tonight, don't you think? It's once in a blue moon, so let's go all out!"

Elsie search true my wardrobe and she brought out a skinny red short gown. "I am not going to wear that" "You need to look sexy for you to be able to seduce him" A few hours later Elsie is done dressing her she stare at herself in the mirror and she was looking beautiful but will the alpha that hated her so much fall under her seduction?

An hour ago, they were medals of intimacy. Now, they were brands of shame. “Do you love her?” “Love?” He sneered, steam quickly fogging the mirror. “Alaina, I thought you were smarter than that. This is business. Not some fleeting, ridiculous human fairy tale.” He stepped out of the steam, water sluicing down his perfect body. For a hundred years, that body had driven me wild every night. Now, it just made me sick. “Elsie is young, beautiful, and her bloodline is noble. She brings the clan the magical mines of the entire northern territory.”

I stood there for a moment, listening to the click of her heels retreat down the hall, before I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I went into my room and locked the door. My eyes immediately landed on the bed, where the soft metallic silver gown Elias had bought for me was laid out. It was a masterpiece of shimmering fabric, a liquid metal that promised to catch every flicker of candlelight. I walked over and picked it up, spreading it against my body as I stood before the full-length mirror.

Embarrassed! That's the only word to describe how I am feeling at this moment. My hair is sticky from the fizzy foam of Tanya's spiked lemonade. She's ruined the silver halter dress that Model Perfect had me wear. I know I saw cameras and phones landing on me at that party. My phone beeps and buzzes with the sounds of a thousand judgmental comments. I open it and my cat fight has already gone viral with the title, "Model Perfect's Imperfect Princess Accepts a Modeling Challenge While Getting Baptized by Lemonde." I read a few of the comments.

But I meant every word. Quinn's voice echoed back in my mind, carrying a strange mix of disbelief and warmth. ‘He feels really offended that you would even think there is a reality where he doesn't want you, no matter what you look like. You will always be beautiful to me, Elsie.’ "Exactly," I said, a small smile breaking on my face. "So fuck anyone who doesn't think you look fine by their narrow books. And see? He looks pretty calm to me." Just as the words left my mouth, the beast's tall ears perked up sharply.

Instead, her eyes landed on a particular shoe near one of the workers—a sparkling silver stiletto with crystal embellishments that glittered like stars caught in a web of light. She had always coveted that pair. Just as the worker reached for it, Selene swooped in, her fingers yanking it from under the girl’s hand. “I like this one. I’ll take it,” Selene said casually, already turning to walk off. The worker looked startled, her hand hovering midair. “No,” Elara’s voice rang out, calm but firm. “She picked it first.” Selene turned, stunned. “You’d rather give it to a servant?”

The pack had traded their furs for silks, and the air was thick with the sound of laughter and the clinking of crystal. Elara stood at the top of the grand staircase, her hand trembling slightly as it rested on Fenris’s arm. Her gown was a masterpiece designed by Sarah—a heavy, shimmering midnight-blue silk that had been cunningly tailored. It featured a hidden, reinforced slit in the back that allowed her silver-white tail to drape elegantly without bunching the fabric. "Ready, my Silver Storm?" Fenris whispered. He was a vision in black velvet and gold, his presence so commanding that the room fell silent as they began their descent.

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.

​ Three days later, Elara found Ellie in the training yard, staring at her hands as flames flickered between her fingers—not her usual playful fire, but a strange, silvery flame that left frost in its wake. “Ellie?” Elara said, her heart skipping a beat. “What’s wrong?”​ The pup looked up, her golden eyes wide. “Fire’s cold. Not right.” She held out her hand, and the silver flame sputtered, then vanished, leaving a trail of ice on the stone.​ Elara’s scar burned, and she grabbed Ellie’s hand, pulling her toward the archives. “Lira! Get the journals. All of them.”​