Honeymaren X Elsa Novels & Stories

"You remember me?" I asked in a soft voice, unsure if I actually heard him say my name. He scoffed. "There's not a machine in this world that will be able to wipe you out of my head," he smiled, pressing me even harder against him that it felt like our bodies were merging as one. "You're unforgettable, Elsa." I immediately threw my arms around him, hugging him back. After a while, we pulled apart slowly, reluctant to let each other go, but we had to. I couldn't risk letting anyone see me with a bride's husband in that manner.

Cressida chastises as a maid rolls her wheelchair to Elsida’s side. “They are,” she hums with delight after taking a bite of a Danish croissant. “Honey, you don’t know the half of it,” Anne rasps in Elsida’s ear pulling back to reveal a pair of amber eyes glittering with amusement. ♡♡♡

she wryly mocked herself while chuckling and felt tiresome. “Lia! You shouldn’t sit longer near the sea shore. You are a fire spirit possessor and water will tire you,” a manly voice said from behind. Elin, who was Lia in this world turned back to look at him, “Captain?” her voice sounded dull and so were her eyes which seemed to be shutting down slowly. I.. I feel tired! Everything turned dark once again which scared Elin more then anything yet it was peaceful. She could hear some worried noises disappearing slowly and slowly.

Isla, her wolf, responded through their mind link, “We need to get far away from here, find a new place to start over. We can’t let them win.” Elisa nodded, determination rising within her. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

“Slow is good. But don’t tell me you’re still thinking about Matthew?” Elisse’s voice dropped a little. “No, Maren. I think I’m ready to move on. I know it won’t be easy, but I want to try.” Maren nodded approvingly. “That’s the spirit. You deserve happiness, Elisse. And if this new guy makes you smile like that, then I’m all for it.” Elisse smiled, her eyes shining. “Thanks, Maren. It means a lot—” Just then, the sound of a loud BANG from the backyard made both of them jump.

Elsa frowned and innocently asked her back, "Sorry, what kind of the latest news do you mean?" With the bravery fulfilled in herself, Margie declared, "Let me tell you in brief. I have divorced Xavier officially, and I'm not technically the Luna of Brown Iris Pack." Once the truth revealed, Elsa was tongue-tied for a moment. The particular thing she knew about Margareth were getting married to Xavier who was known to be a good loyal man in public. Another one was their lovey-dovey relationship which ever made her jealous because she ever dreamed of having a good man like Xavier.

The seals reacted to it, growing brighter where Elise stood closest. Elsa followed her gaze. “It knows.” “Knows what?” Elise asked sharply. “That you’re ready,” Elsa said. A feral slammed into the barrier again, harder this time. Cracks spidered briefly before smoothing over. Mara cursed. “They’re testing it.” “They always do,” Elsa said calmly. Then she turned fully to Elise, lowering her voice. “Listen to me. There isn’t much time.” Elise swallowed. “Then speak.” Elsa hesitated, just for a moment. When she spoke again, the weight in her voice was unmistakable.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” A pair of teenagers darted past, one chasing the other with a wooden staff. The taller one nearly tripped over his own feet when he spotted us, then flushed crimson and bolted. Elsa chuckled. “New recruits. They think anything with boobs is terrifying.” “Understandable,” I said lightly. “Maren terrifies me most of the time.” “Good,” she said. “That means she's doing her job.” We walked farther, past the stables, rows of sleek, muscular horses that looked as wild as the wolves themselves. One snorted as I reached out tentatively, and Elsa caught my wrist.

I could see Tristan rubbing his hand after Marik's crushing handshake and that made me smile even more. “And who is this divine beauty?” Marik asked as he faced Elsa. She blushed instantly and bowed her head, Tristan then quickly put his arm around her and placed his hand on her tummy, clearly trying to claim his mate and child. He then said, “This is my mate, Elsa.” “It's a pleasure to meet you, Elsa,” Marik said as he took her hand and placed a soft kiss onto it.

His eyes were fixed on Cassian and I. He tilted his head slightly, then he smiled and walked out. Cassian grabbed my arm. Hard. "We're not done here." “You were never my mate, Elara. And I don't know what charm you used now, but Seris is my real mate."