Taurus Elle Novels & Stories

With her head lowered Mara got out of the office only to return a few minutes later. “Anything else?” Anna raised a brow. “Hmm, Miss Elle is here to see you. May I send her in?” “Elle?” What on earth does the little devil want from her now? Mara nodded. “Send her in.” Right after Mara left, Elle stepped into the office, her heels clicking at every step she took, dressed like a supermodel on a runway. She wore a two-piece designer skirt that stopped on her mid-thigh and hugged her curves, the jacket stopped right on her navel exposing the lower part of her stomach to view.

“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.

Beau points out bluntly, but the King was far convinced. "But she wasn't forced to do it. It was her urge that drove her to touch me like that!" Caius chuckles, unable to hold his thoughts any longer. "This is a major development, Beau! Maybe the next time I provoke her, she'll end up fucking me out of anger." "I don't think..." Beau got silenced halfway from the way he felt the King's dreadful gaze swallow him. "You were saying?" "The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways."

In the eyes of the God of War, these hoodlums were nothing. However, someone was hoping for Thomas to not intervene. Not waiting for Thomas to step in, another group of people rushed into the restaurant. The leader of the pack was tall and burly, with arms the size of a normal person’s thigh, and a height reaching two meters. It was none other than Taurus! One of the members of the Twelve Golden Zodiacs. “Don’t you dare touch my boss!” Taurus boomed fiercely. His voice traveled through the entire room, and it was deafening, just like a tiger’s roar.

Together we brought out the best in each other, and more times than not, Elle had my back, while I simply encouraged her to not let anyone bring her down. Elle was beautiful and confident in an exotic kind of way. Her chocolate skin highlighted her deep brown eyes, and coiled hair which was piled high on top of her head. She was warm in both manner and personality. Whereas I, I was a plain Jane. My murky blonde hair, straight as a pin falling around my face in choppy A-line bob. Blue eyes that were nothing particularly remarkable. The one thing that I did have going for me, was that I was always good at sports. Elle has always noticed how I could eat like a horse, yet my physic never changed

I turned sharply, my breath catching in my throat as Elara stepped inside. She moved with quiet confidence, the torchlight flickering against her dark hair. But it wasn’t just the way she entered that left the Elders speechless. It was the way she knelt before them. I froze. Murmurs rippled through the chamber, disbelief thick in the air. “I am Elara,” she said, her voice clear and commanding. “I am the Lunar Alpha.” Silence. A stunned hush fell over the room, the weight of her words sinking into the stone walls.

“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.