Novel & Cerita Taurus Elle

“I take it you’re Lauren?” She shook her head and cleared her throat before speaking. “No, I’m not. I’m Elle Dursten. I work in Acquisitions.” My heart did an odd little thump. Acquisitions? Wasn’t that department run by Conrad? And Elle was a name I recognized from the list Roxy had sent me about some of the most important people in Conrad’s corner.

Before Nala could say anything else, a petite woman emerged from the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel, with dark hair pulled into a messy bun, incredible dusky-purple eyes, and the kind of practical warmth that made her feel oddly out of place in a biker bar. “You must be Luna,” the woman said gently. “I’m Elle. I work in the kitchen, and I made way too much food because apparently nobody here understands normal human portion sizes. If you’re hungry, I’ve got fries, grilled cheese, chicken tenders, and a chocolate milkshake that I absolutely will deny making if any grown man asks for it.” Luna blinked, then looked up at Nala with the first flicker of interest she had shown since waking.

Everyone from the Blackwell family was ignoring me and it hurt because I love them like my second family and they are part of me as much as Max is . If this is what I thought it was then I was going to have to cancel my flight and book for another one . Midweek next week . it was in actual fact Billie and she was kneeling next to a young man that looked like Paul ... Oh my word that was Tau . As I walked Closer Billie screamed my name “ Ellie !” “ Billie?” “ Ellie help me please I think Tau is hurt …” Tau took out his phone and texted something

“This one in my womb is going to take over as Alpha. Alpha Kalen. Goddess, she will be absolutely stunning. They both will be.” Elle looked at Mira and smiled before turning her attention back to us. She asked if she could touch her stomach. Brynn definitely appreciated her asking instead of just doing it. Elle’s hands rested on her stomach. There was a faint white aura around them. A strong sense of peace flooded through my mate. Elle’s eyes flashed pure white for a moment before returning to her natural blues.

She had done it too many times not to know every crack and hidden spot within the young heiress’s room. Elise was done in under an hour, and still, Yella had not demanded food or anything… strange. She was always filled with orders, like she couldn’t wait for morning to break just to begin commanding every servant. Even Mina and the others were asked to leave. Just as she rounded up and stepped out, Taron Caswell’s voice echoed from outside the room, and like lightning, Yella quickly tucked her phone behind her back and sprang up. “Yella,” Taron smiled and walked towards his daughter, who crawled a little backwards, wishing the couch could swallow her up.

Elle sat down on one of the chairs allowing Neil to do his magic not caring much, but little did she know that her memory was getting wiped permanently and that she wouldn't even remember her childhood, let alone her own name. “Your name is Elle and that is all that you need to know,” Neil said taking his phone out and looking at the notification alerting him that the payment for Elle had been made. Neil looked at Elle again, thinking with a frown between his brows. ‘Who is she?’ Neil stared at Elle, his mind racing with questions and confusion. He couldn't help but wonder who she really was. Was she someone of royal blood, given her regal demeanor? Or perhaps, as a Lycan, was she the daught

I needed to know why she kept appearing to me and telling me you run. "And this is the angelic Miss Maisy Quinn, Heir to the Quinn inheritance and our future Queen." I turned beet red, shocked at the fact that I had reached the garden where the party was being held but was too far from reality to even notice. The crowd gasped. Most probably from what I looked like. It was like seeing a ghost. Tatia was dead and out of the blues, A twin she never even had appeared. It was just enough to keep everyone jaw down but then the most surprising thing happened.

The kind of woman Zane Wynter should never have touched if he didn’t plan on staying burned. Talia whistles low under her breath as Ellie helps her zip up her dress. It is a dark blue number that hugs her tall, athletic figure like a second skin. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.” “You say that like I have a good side,” I mutter. “You do,” Elara chirps, fluffing out the layered net of her lavender dress. Her short curls shine under the light, bouncing as she spins to admire herself. “It just has resting murder face.”

She hang up standing up, another Omega came to pack her dirty plates. Ellie walked to her designated office, she entered and saw Taylor waiting, seated on the visitor seat, Taylor flashed Ellie a sweet smile that Ellie returned, having her seat. “You look so good” Ellie said “Hello to you too Ellie, or should I say Alpha Luna Ellie?” There was a mocking tone to that “I am fine with any, so yell me why are you here?” Ellie askes “I heard you found your mate, it’s a thing of joy, I came to congratulate you as your friend” Taylor said, her smile never leaving her face.

Two dark haired, green eyed brutes, draped in dark, heavy armor and blades. “Oh I wouldn’t have thought so. Cassandra lives a very reclusive life now. Barely leaves her room, very shy,” Elle answers, trying to hide her frustration. “Besides I promise you I’m much more interesting,” and she laughed a bright, tinkling little giggle that floated up the atrium space. Interesting is one word for it, pursing my lips with disgust. Ayr clears his throat and takes a step backwards, my eyes caught on those thick thighs once again.