Taurus Elle Novels & Stories

Elle POV. Once upon a time in a land not too far away, lived a beautiful girl, her name was Elle, her eyes were brown, boring color, but hers had a shine into them, her hair was also brown, the beautiful brown with some natural highlights into them. She wasn’t the tallest person ever, but she’s not short either, she’s an average girl, her skin was fair, she never liked the sun, and the sun didn’t like her back, it burned her rather than tanning her leaving red marks instead of a tanned tone.

"This baby is going to be so loved and happy. It will love you unconditionally." "God you are perfect," Aurora says and it causes Elle to giggle. "That couldn't be farther from the truth," Elle says. "Now you need to eat a lot for dinner since you missed lunch. Does pesto sound good?" "Oh yes! Do we have any Ciambelle?" Aurora asks as a smile makes its way across her face. "I can add that to your plate," Elle smiles before she head back off into the kitchen. "Stop staring at her Nico," Luca whispers as he kicks my shin. "It's getting creepy."

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

Arielle looked at the man who was spouting nonsense and carefully observed him for the first time. He was one of the fair few people in that bar who was alone, and he did not seem the type who was looking for a hookup. Arielle could see he must be telling the truth since he was good-looking enough to have women drooling over him. He was wearing low-key expensive brands and had that air about him that spelled old money. He would have had no trouble finding a good fuck. As such, she agreed, “I am Elle.” Thomas watched the wheels turn in her head before she finally decided and offered her name.

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 asked. "Yes, I'd love to meer her," on cue a woman walked up to the boothe she looked like Brielle but much older. This must be Elle I thought. She was beautiful very very beautiful. Her chestnut hair was in a loose bun on the top of her head with some loose strands out in her face. Her ocean blue eyes were twinkling and her pouty pink full lips looked so kissable. Regaining my posture I stood up and held out my hand in a polite gesture.

announced the emcee, which made Denver's heart race. 'Ellipsis by Elle De Luna.' 'Elle De Luna?' 'Ellipsis?' "Ms. Elle De Luna is an outstanding couturier from Seattle. She established Ellipsis less than 2 years ago. Ellipsis is a Latin word for three consecutive dots used in a phrase to let the reader or viewer know that there's more, unsaid and yet to come." Denver looked towards the VIP area, where he thought Sandra might be, and felt his world slow down. He felt a sickening sensation in his stomach. He felt like crying.

ETHAN From the moment she walked into La Brisa, I forgot how to fucking breathe. Elora. That was not just Elora. That was something else—something dangerous, refined, untouchable. Hair styled like she walked off a runway shoot, jet-black and glistening in soft waves that framed her face like it had been painted into a masterpiece.

Liv's hands landed on her stomach, Paige claps like a sea lion, and Elle starts to smack Paige on her shoulder. “What? What's so funny?” Elle is the first one to sober up. “Nothing.” She turns to Paige and Liv, “Come on, guys. Don't pair our precious Aurella to anyone else. We all know who she belongs to.” Liv giggles as the end of her long laughter. “Who?” Elle looks at me again and she teasingly smirks. “Who else could it be? Of course, the man whom she loves the most. Bryce Tryst.”

My heart all but stopped as the door crept open and a small she-wolf stepped into the room. "Luna," she bowed her head, "I'm Elle, Eathen's mate. Its so nice to meet you!" She smiled sweetly at me and waited for a response, unfortunately I had none to offer her. My chest was heavy, and my eyes were burning from crying so much, I wasn't sure if she was supposed to be here, how much she knew, or what to even say. "I brought you some ice and a change of clothes, may I?" Her voice was sweet and cautious as she motioned to the items she held in her hands. She was a few inches taller than me, her hair was jet black and her bright blue eyes reminded me of Farah.