Call Elise Novels & Stories

Elise begged as she arched her back forward. Logan was enjoying his little punishment but he remembered he had to pleasure her and give in to her demands. He increased his pace still using his middle finger and drove her to heaven. Elise who closed her eyes felt herself reach heights she never knew existed, she felt something building up but she didn't know what to do.

“Go ahead to your room first. I’ll come find you later.” Elise hesitated, her concern evident, but after a brief pause, she nodded and made her way upstairs. Only after Elise disappeared from view did Livia turn back to Elias, her voice neither warm nor cold. “What is it?” Elias frowned slightly, glancing around before his gaze settled back on her. “Can we speak in private?”

A small smile crept up Dylan’s lips as he watched his parents being quietly subdued by his mate. “Where is your study? I’d like you to brief me on the current situation.” This statement was directed at Daniel, who eagerly nodded in agreement. “This way, please.” Before following Daniel, Isabel turned to face Dylan. “I’ll be back soon.” She said and let go of his hand. Isabel and Xavi maintained eye contact for a moment before the latter gave a nod of understanding. That must be them communicating through mind link. Isabel followed Daniel upstairs after that, leaving Dylan alone to face his parents.

Ian sighed. "Okay, I just hope she agrees to meet up with you.” Cassidy glanced back at her phone to continue the game she was playing. "Yeah, I hope she agrees.” Ian dialed ma’am Elise number and she picked up on the second ring. "Hello.” He said. "Good afternoon.” Ma’am Elise voice boomed over the phone. "Ma’am Elise...” His voice trailed off. "Yes. Yes. Ma’am Elise is on the line.” She paused and continued. “Who is on the line?”

Silence thickened the room after Vivienne’s question. Elise didn’t look away. But Helena did. It was subtle—barely a flicker of hesitation—but Vivienne saw it. Daniel saw it too. The air shifted from strategy to suspicion in a heartbeat. Elise folded her hands calmly on the table. “Three weeks ago,” she said evenly, “I was in Geneva.” Helena’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Doing what?” Vivienne asked. “Securing something Margaux didn’t know I had access to,” Elise replied.

“This is where she survived.” He handed her another tape. Final Imprint Session. They played it. Elise’s voice came first. Shaky. Bitter. “You want to rewrite my child,” she spat. “But I’d rather die than let you inside her.” Elias’s voice followed. Calm. Patient. “You misunderstand. You are the bridge, Elise. The child is the destination. You should be honored.” “I was never yours to honor.” Then the sound of static. And Elise screaming.

Cassie gasped, her voice muffled. Elise’s face appeared on the vault monitor. Smiling and looking triumphant. “Hello, darling,” her voice crackled through the intercom. “I warned you not to run.” Cassie banged the steel. “You don’t have to do this.” “Oh, but I do,” Elise replied. “You should’ve stayed quiet. Should’ve played nice but now… you’ll learn what silence really feels like.” The lights flickered once. Twice. Then the vault door began to seal shut.

Ignored. Her stomach dropped. Then another message appeared, not answering her question, not even acknowledging it. Instead, Leonard sent instructions. Cold. Precise. Cruel. He detailed her next task—stealing a flash drive from Rowan’s home office. Information. Tools. Evidence. Something important enough to risk everything she had left. Elisa felt heat flood her veins, anger rising so fast it left her dizzy. Her fingers curled into a fist, nails biting into her palm as her breath grew uneven.

Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!” He pointed a high, magnificent floating isle where water sprang. They all looked up to it, slack-jawed and unable to speak. It was an amazing sight to look at. It almost reached the sky and the falling water appeared like angel’s wings. With the sight of the Virsathen, Ellaine remembered her dream. She once wanted to see it to know if it really was the same tree she dreamt about. Now she would finally find out. But if she did find it out, what would she do next?

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".