Elma Canon Romane & Geschichten

“Do you know how to use it, mamma?” ‘Of course I am.’ She said in her mind, cannot speak it aloud. “Guns are not for kids, piccolina. It is dangerous for you to handle.” “But Elmo is a kid too but the elders allowed him to use one.” Mariella explains. “Elmo? How…” Marcella sighs when she remembers that her daughter could swiftly catch up. “But Elmo, who is your cousin by the way, is older than you.” “Is it based on age?” She asks softly.

Tight. “I kept it,” Marian whispered. “All these years. In my Bible. I told myself one day I’d give it back to you. If you ever wanted it.” Elma stared at the photo. At her own small face. At Marian’s arms. She didn’t touch it. “I need time,” Elma said. Marian nodded. “I know. I’ll go. But… can I come back? Not to stay. Just… to talk? Once a week? If you say yes.”

Camila stood on the balcony staring out into the cloudless sky, they were going home and there wasn’t any part of her that wanted to leave and go back home. She wanted to live her life swimming with the dolphins and climbing mountains but Roman had work, he had to get back to. Her suggestion that they relocated didn’t really get any approval so there she was staring with a sour face hoping that Roman would change his mind. She heard his footsteps coming towards her and his perfume filled her nose as he leaned against the railing staring into the sky too.

"Elma, we haven't really had a chance to talk lately. I hope you're doing okay. Has anything been troubling you? Has Kim or my mother been causing any issues?" Elma hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to share the truth with Gael. She knew that revealing Kim's recent confrontation could potentially escalate the situation, and she didn't want to burden Gael further. With a reassuring smile, she decided to keep her concerns to herself for now. "No, Gael, everything is fine. I've just been caught up with some personal matters, but nothing that you need to worry about. I'm perfectly okay."

she spat "What are you saying? I’ll never do that to you and you know it" “I’m sure that’s what he told all the girls he killed too; don’t you think so? No wicked man with evil intentions will come and say hey there! I am wicked and I want to kill wolves and sell their arts to take revenge on them for killing my mother… or will he?” Elma shot at him “Is that why you are feeling insecure with me around because you think me being nice is a red flag?” he asked her waiting to hear her honest opinion,

Johnny and Ciro let out a frustrated groan but ended up following Elma and Markus, with me trailing behind them. "Wait here, I'm just going to get the lemonade," Elma said to us. I quickly walked over to her, where she stood at the table with some snacks and juice. My eyes went wide when I saw her pouring liquor into the juice. "What are you doing?" I asked her with a raised brow. "Shit, you scared the living daylight out of me," she said, holding the bottle by her side and trying to hide it. "Why are you putting alcohol in the drink?" I asked her with a smirk.

“You have something to say.” “I always do,” Damen replied lightly. “Keith is predictable. That makes him dangerous in a different way. He doesn’t hide his desires well.” Lucien’s mouth thinned. “And you think the omega is behind it.” “I think,” Damen said, “that Leanne is more than she appears.” Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.” “She watches,” Damen continued. “She listens. And she whispers exactly what people want to hear. That kind of person doesn’t dream small.”

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

She said, hoping her friend would stop staring. “Why the gloomy look then or has someone died?” Ejima snorted as if she could perceive the stink of death. “Just lack of sleep, that’s all,” she said and emptied the fresh Vilari water into a clay cup. The muddy end of the cup was already on her lips when she heard her friend's giggle. “What’s funny?” Ejima asked before gulping the liquid. She dropped the cup by her side and spat once before letting her coppery eyes return to Nneamaka.

she left slamming the door. "Argh!" I yelled out in anger. My hands lost control as it messed up my desk. I sat down on the bed holding my head with my hands. All this was driving me crazy and there is nothing I could do about it. Elma's POV I stood in front of the church's double doors as my ears listened to the church bells. I was on my wedding gown, carrying a flower and a little silver crown on my well packed hair. Nina hired make up artists to do all my make up and hair. I looked different. I have never dreamt or even thought of how my wedding day would be so I was surprised about my look and the moment.