Honeymaren X Elsa Novels & Stories

A laugh escapes her, soft at first, then loud and contagious. “Honey, please don’t laugh!” he protests indignantly. “This is serious! Our daughter is way too bold… and I’m not prepared for this!” “Saulo,” she says, still laughing, “Elisa is getting married. It’s perfectly normal for her to have bought a few special things.” “Special things?” he repeats, offended. “Denise, that looked like some kind of honeymoon starter kit!” She laughs even harder, clutching her stomach. “You’re being dramatic.”

Before Serenity could answer, Elisa laughed and said, “You should tell her. You and Jasmine have been friends for more than ten years. Even if you interrupt her honeymoon with Josh, Josh wouldn’t dare do anything to you.” Serenity also laughed. “Okay. I’ll call and talk to her tonight.” “I see Jasmine’s posts every day and feel so envious,” Elisa said. “I’m also envious. Zachary said that he’ll also take me somewhere for our honeymoon after our wedding.” “I’m so tired of feeling envious. I get stabbed every day being friends with you and Jasmine.” Serenity laughed. “You’re not that far from happiness. Remy sends you flowers every day. He even sent you a love letter. My husband didn’t even le

He knew how much Elara loved Elijah, and now to find out that Elijah chose Fiona? "Where's Elara?" Calisto asked, but Fernanda didn't respond. "Where's Elara!" Calisto raised his voice for the first time, leaving Fernanda with no choice but to retreat with each step away from her chosen mate. "What's all this commotion about?" They both turned as Elijah and Fiona arrived. Their voices were now drawing attention within the pack house due to Calisto's escalating tone. "Alpha Elijah, what does this mean? Where's my daughter Elara?" Calisto asked, still confused by the unfolding events, but it was clear to him that Elijah and Fiona had marked each other, as he felt the change in Elijah's strengt

Tatyana reached for the packet of honey that Elsa produced from her apron pocket. “What is it?” she asked. “It’s an old recipe my mama taught me… and her mama taught her… and her mama taught her, and so on,” Elsa explained as she moved back to the stove and gently placed the saucepan on the burner. “It will stick to your ribs and cure whatever ails ya.” And, with my special potion slipped in there, it will also subdue you until I have a chance to speak with that niece of mine and wrestle the full story out of her, she thought.

------------- Elsa comes down from her horse and walks in the town, while holding its reigns. "So what should we do together? You want some sweets?" Her horse just stares at her back. "Well, I'll take that as a yes. Come on let us go, there is a sweet shop around this corner" they take a bend and come to the shop". She brings out a silver coin and hands it over to the seller. "I want some sweets for my horse and I please, how many of these sweet buns and honey rolls can I get?" She asked the seller.

The three of us simultaneously looked at the spot where we had sensed the aura and saw a lone woman standing there. She wore a white dress and was looking back at us as well. My chest painfully throbbed upon realizing who that woman was. It was her — Aamon’s mate. “Hey!” she said as she gradually approached us. “I am Elisa.” Ophelia, who seemed irritated by the woman’s presence, answered, “She is the northern luna.” Elisa smiled confidently and replied, “I know. It’s the reason I approached you.” Then she looked at me and continued, “Hello, Esmere! I have longed to meet you since we will be together here in the castle.”

Either way, the past hurts, and not just with words alone. I’m considering finding another spot, if possible when Jenna says, ‘You can come join me if you like’. I pause, I had totally forgotten she could smell me, even with the smoke. Fareedah had once said that humans and elves have a similar scent; that of raw meat. I still don’t know if she was teasing or not. I walk forward tentatively, near enough to see what she’s burning.

"Come on, let's find something we can do while we wait. What's your name?" "Megan," she replied. "Megan, I'm Elisa." I smiled warmly at her. "Tell me, is there any place we can find something to eat?" Most of the shifters I grew up with would jump at the chance to eat something when they were stressed. I wasn't sure if it would help distract her, but it was worth a try. "Sure," she said with a hint of reluctance. "I'll show you."

Chester sensed that and continued to lure her into accepting the contract. "If you need money, you will get that in bulk. You can travel to any country of your choice for vacation without worrying about your mother because 5 caretakers will be assigned to take care of her and they will also be at her beck and call. You absolutely have nothing to worry about if you agree to marry me," A sinister smile flashed across his eyes, sensing that Elsa's response would be positive. "Hmm... How can I marry you when you have a girlfriend? Everyone knows you and Lauren are a couple and have been together for five years. So, I will only look like the wrecker," Elsa made an excuse.

“That's enough. Go find out who we can use as a resource among those blacklisted. I'll handle Hawkins myself. You're dismissed.” Chappelle's mouth clamped shut, and he nodded, backing away from the desk. As the door closed behind Chappelle, Ary leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the folder. A reminder beeped on his phone. He was to meet Justin and a new business partner for lunch. But his mind was back at his mansion. He couldn't wait to return home. ~~~~~ ELENA'S POV After washing his robe, I spent the rest of the morning in the kitchen, slicing beef, paper-thin, careful not to waste a single piece.