The Elite Novel By Kiera Cass Novels & Stories

She looked relieved, as if the breeze hitting her face was washing away everything. By evening, we pulled up to the Grand Astoria, a palace of glass where the city's elite gathered to stroke their own egos under the guise of an award ceremony. The Elite Business Awards. The interior of the car was filled with the scent of Elira’s perfume—an expensive, floral nectar that Lena had chosen. My assistant had done her job well; Elira looked like a pretty doll. Her gown, a shimmering dark emerald, clung to her in all the right places, and her long silk hair was styled to perfection. But as I glanced sideways, I saw her fingers twitching. She was picking at the skin around her nails, her anxiety pea

When he was done, he slapped his hand on the table, which released a thunderous sound, before he pointed at me and Niven. “You are very funny. Talking to me about wanting your stepsister safe. All the times that I have had meetings with you and come over to the house, I have only seen Eliara once in good clothing. The rest has been her being assaulted. In fact, right in front of me, you wanted to kill her. Suddenly I want to take off that burden from your hands, make her mine, and she’s a problem for you.” “We just want to know…” “You don’t want to know anything,” he dropped in. “Where is she? In chains? Locked up in some kind of castle somewhere with dragons around?”

KARA I was done losing it. Every headline, magazine covers, every society column and conversation. Somehow, they all found their way back to Milly. I tossed another glossy magazine onto the coffee table. There she was again, standing beside Declan Laurent in a cream-colored gown, smiling at someone off-camera. The headline made my stomach turn. WASHINGTON’S NEW ICE QUEEN CONTINUES TO CHARM THE ELITE. Ice Queen? I let out a bitter laugh. “Please.”

"Eli wants out. He told me himself that you guys broke up before your trip. He's tired of you." Nova’s laughter stopped instantly, her face turning into stone in the moonlight. She took a final step forward, and her shadow covered me against the garage wall. "I know exactly what happened to your best friend Piper that night." She whispered into my face. "I know... everything." The air left my lungs completely. "Wh—what?" Nova's voice was a cruel, lethal whisper. "You ruin everything you touch, Kassidy. You are a walking parasite. And before you spread your disease to Eli, I will make sure I destroy you. Stay away from him.”

Exquisite. He glanced at the letter once more, lying like a sin on his desk: We trust Mr. Kael will find her service respectful, quiet, and obedient. His mouth curved in a slow, dangerous smile. We’ll see. The next morning, Elara Vale stood before the wrought-iron gates of Kael Manor, her breath fogging in the chill dawn air. Her hands shook as the driver swung open the rear door. The estate loomed before her like something out of a dream she wasn’t meant to have—vast, severe, silent. Its sharp peaks and shadowed windows watched her like human eyes.

A bitter cocktail of dissapointment and Jealousy flared in my chest before I could shove it down. So he was here. On this yacht. And not once had he come to find me. Megan twirled dramatically before promptly tripping over her own feet and falling onto the deck with a squeal. I sighed, not moving to help. Someone else got there first. I looked up—and my breath caught. Cassian was in casual clothes —dark jeans, a fitted navy shirt rolled at the sleeves, and the quiet confidence that could level a room. Even on a boat lit with fairy lights, he looked like royalty.

I flattened myself against the wall, pulling the thick velvet fabric tight around me. The study door swung open. "Father," Kael's deep voice rumbled. "You left your watch in here." He walked straight toward the desk. I could hear the faint clink of metal as he picked up the watch. I held my breath, every muscle tense. He lingered, shuffling papers, likely checking to see if anything was out of place. "This new aide, Elara," Kael muttered, his voice thoughtful. "She's too focused. I don't trust the quiet ones, they are always the most ambitious."

When they were alone again, Fallon locked the door. Looked at her best friend. "Gurlll. Don't tell me you think it was your book character?" Elara didn't reply. She didn't need to. Fallon whispered voice soft with a cocktail of fear and fascination, "Girl, don't tell me…." **** Midnight. Elara sat at her desk. Laptop open. The manuscript glowing on her screen. Her fingers hovered over her keys. Then she heard it. The faintest whisper through the screen.

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