Call Elise Novels & Stories

she heard a vague voice say, and she was feeling pretty annoyed that someone interrupted her sleep and was playing games with her. “If you cannot tell me who on earth you are then I advice you to cut this call. I need my sleep.” Elise said angrily at first, looking at Carl before whispering. “Oh! Hold your horses baby girl, it is Lincoln speaking. I am at the Soho Lounge in Maine and I want us to meet up. I dropped a message about that.” she heard from the other side and she buried her head in her palm.

“We’ve never—” “Spoken?” she finished smoothly. “No, but you’re the one who delivered red envelopes on Fridays. Who swapped flash drives between Montclaire and Palermo without ever logging a single mile.” He stared at her, eyes wide and frantic. “I was just logistics—” “You rerouted thirty-two million euros through a Maltese holding company dissolved one week after creation,” Elise cut him off gently, mercilessly. Tomaso recoiled as though struck. “Who the fuck are you?”

To grab a panicking, restrained person was to pour gasoline on a fire. "Clara," Elise said. Her voice was a masterpiece of vocal modulation—it was low, incredibly steady, and pitched at a frequency that penetrated the chaotic static of the panic without adding to the alarm. "My name is Dr. Chen. You are in Elysium. You are entirely safe. I am going to unbuckle your wrists now. You are going to feel the leather loosen." Elise moved her hands slowly, keeping them entirely within Clara’s erratic field of vision. With two swift, practiced clicks, the heavy steel buckles gave way.

I kept the pace slow at first, then when it seemed as if she was getting bored of that I rolled her over and grabbed both of her hands. Now that she could no longer move, I sped up the pace; both of us now panting and moaning. It was like my hips took over, I was no longer in control of my body. I could feel myself getting closer, and could feel Elise shaking from pleasure. I released her arms and turned her back over. Elise had this weird thing about not wanting to risk pregnancy, so she quickly got to her knees and put her mouth around my penis. It took everything I could not to jerk forward as I finished.

Destiny can sure play dirty games at times. “Cassie!” I call and she jumps in fright. “Follow me” I instruct as I place the mic on the stand and that earns me confused glances from both mum and Ella. I’m going to explain everything to them later, I need to sort this out right here and now. “Alpha Elijah” Cassie calls with a tiny voice and I close my eyes and deeply inhale her very sweet Pheromone that only I can perceive. The mate bond is so strong that the decision I’m about to make right now causes my heart to bleed, but I have to do it.

Elise just stared at the book she was holding and spoke again. “We’ll tell Diana and Eric about this then.” Elise looked away when she said it. She realized that the flowers were held in her hands now, without realizing it earlier. “W-what are you doing here? It’s not a weekend yet.” “Uh, well… I’m off…” “Are you in a job and you’d say you’re off?” Elise raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, I asked permission from my professor pleading sick.” He smiled wickedly. Elise was worried. “Are you?”

She simply stood in place, staring at the egg until the man ordered her to move on to the next one. Wait, she was tempted to say. This one. She had felt something. Could still feel it now. Maybe this was the waking of the sleeping energy. But just to be sure, she obeyed and moved on without a word to the next egg. It might have been a fluke or a figment of her overexcited, hopeful imagination.. The chances that the first egg she touched was receptive were ridiculously unlikely. Bastien had explained yesterday that he expected no more than a handful at best out of the hundreds that littered the room. It would be an arduous process to find them, he had promised. This must have been a mistake.

she demanded, glaring at Lya. I had never liked Elise. She acted before she thought and it was out of character for her to be any semblance of nice. Truthfully, she was only a mediocre warrior, at best. Even then, with only one year out of four of training under her belt, she still acted like she was the Goddess's gift to the pack. My standards for warriors surpassed just what they were able to do on the field, which resulted in her never getting selected for anything off of the territory. Her piss poor attitude - especially to other women - would jeopardize her position as a warrior, except for the fact that she was Cody’s mate. I had truly hoped once I found out that they were mated it wou

Josh sucks in his breath at the name, “Ameila Salvatore, as in your sworn enemy, Ameila Salvatore?” “The one and only, I think sworn enemy is a little much though.” I respond, rolling my eyes. “She came to see me at the office and offered me a case. Probably not just one case, but for right now I am going to focus on the one.” I stop, thinking into space again. “Well are you going to talk to me about it? Because if you said yes, it has to be a good one.” Josh asks after a few minutes. “What?” I startel out of my daydream. “Oh, yeah. Well Ameila brought me a journal yesterday. Not just any journal, the journal of Carlos Salvatore.” Josh’s eyes get huge as he stares at me. “Holy fuck.”

apter 66: He might not wake up ELSIDA “Give me your hand,” Elsida nudges Julien. Julien arches an eyebrow, “Okay, I’m curious El, where do you plan to take me?” Elsida let out an exasperated sigh. “Just trust me would you?” She says tugging him closer with one arm. She leads him to his black Porsche and his eyes follow her with mild amusement. The first positive emotion she’d had from him in the past few days.