Taurus Elle Novels & Stories

She wanted to dye her ginger hair too but then decided to accept it. She rose to her feet when she heard a light knock. “Thalia!” she placed her finger on her lips asking her friend silently to stay quiet, gesturing towards the kids. “We have got a huge order for your tarts,” Thalia whispered excitedly once Elara came out of the room. E and L Corporations are going to start their business here and they need our services for a big party.” She whispered. “E and L Corporations? Who are they?” Elara whispered back.

his words had my physical heart careering in my chest. I pushed the metal door open, showing myself to Tauri for the first time. “What do you mean?” He tilted his head to the side. “I’m moved by how highly you presumed of my abilities, your highness, but I hate to break it to you,” he mimicked Nolani’s girlish voice, “Tala is one powerful fae. I’d be an idiot to think I could capture her and squeeze the life out of her, thinking she would just lay there like an orange juice ready for juicing, yeah?”

Beta Derrick smirked and I wanted to rip the smirk off his face. “She had long luscious black wavy hair and eyes as blue as ice. About five in a half foot tall with a body of a goddess. Oh, and to make it easier, her name is Ella, your so-called dead mate.” He said with a chuckle as I was ready to leap out of the chair and rip his throat out as I let out a possessive growl. Through gritted teeth I said, “That’s impossible. She’s been dead for over six months now.”

“Externally.” Silence. She stood and walked to the display. “AURA is a neural adaptive AI designed to learn from one mind at a time. It doesn’t harvest data. It bonds with a single neural pattern and grows through that connection.” A board member frowned. “That sounds illegal.” “It wasn’t when I built it,” she replied. Another asked, “Why is it active now?” Elara didn’t hesitate. “Because my daughter accidentally woke it up.” That sentence landed like a dropped glass.

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.

She trailed off. I pushed slightly away from her, “You’ll what Elle? You will do nothing, and do you wanna know why?” She looked hurt by my response. “She is also mated to an Alpha and will soon be a Luna too. She hasn’t marked her mate because she is doing me a favor. So behave please.” I said, in an irritated tone. I hope she understands and behaves like the Luna she is meant to be, kind, compassionate, loving, caring, strong, brave, and smart.

She says. At that I can hear Dante chuckling through the bond. He really does seem a little scary to everybody but me. Then again, I can also tell that Elle is just humoring the two of us since she could easily over power him with her witch powers if she really wanted to. Still, it is a little entertaining to picture the showdown between the two. "After you are done here I think that you should go and see Aurora. She is giving us all kinds of problems." Elle says as she readies to lift us up.

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.”