Elisa Brandani Novels & Stories

I cut in. "No, I am Eliza" she grinned at me. Thrusting up her breasts. Her blunt bangs hanging in her eyes. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind my hair I smooth my braid. "I'm Lola Salvatore" I smiled sweetly. But I bet you and your band of barbies already knew that. My fingers Play with the ends of my braid that comes to my hip. There is a moment of silence. "Well, we hope to see you around" Elisha or whatever the fuck her name was said to Dominiko. "It was nice to meet you dear" she smiles at me.

He adds. She was going to be a guest at her own wedding. The idea wasn’t so bad. After all, this wasn’t a normal wedding. Nodding in response, she turns her head away from him and gets lost in her thoughts. ************************************************************ The car pulls up at Bistro Le Cep, a popular French restaurant that only the richest in the country could afford. Liam leaves the car first and goes over to Emilia’s side to open the door. A valet approaches them and Liam hands the keys over to the young man as he leads the way to the restaurant.

She smiled faintly and took a few steps forward, nodding toward Elias. "Hello, my name is Zara but I prefer to be called Reina now, I'm Sebastian’s mom." Elias listened to the woman's gentle and soft tone of greeting towards him, and returned it with a slight nod and a reply. "Hello, Auntie, I'm Elias, Esme,I mean Andrea’s brother." This woman in front of me must also be a member of the Giorgio family, and he couldn’t imagine that his brother-in-law's mother was really a member of the ancient clan.

A small smirk played at the corners of her lips, but she didn’t bite the bait. Elise, mistaking her silence for submission, continued, “You see, people like me have built a name for ourselves in this industry. Mountain Rose recognizes talent, that’s why I received an invitation. It’s only natural that a brand like that would seek out seasoned professionals.” Sarah exhaled softly, finally looking up, her gaze calm and unreadable. “Is that so?” Elise smirked. “Of course. You’re lucky to even be attending. Just try not to embarrass yourself.”

ELISA POV. Whoa! Whoa… "Elisa, look at that hot guy over there,” Emma said. Emma is not just my best friend, but also my sister. Her father divorced her mum and wed another woman after because he could no longer support her mother's drinking habits, which led to the divorce of her parents. Elisa's mother, Cindy, who is human and well-known for her beauty, married her father, Mason Douglas, who is also an Alpha but not particularly strong. Emma inherited her appearance exactly from there. I often wonder if she's a witch and how she manages to enchant all these people, but then I realize that it's just her appearance—her lovely face and lips—and her attitude is unremarkable, yes I said that be

“She’s still here—” “I know exactly where she stands.” Cooler than usual. “The reason?” Elena assembled her words the way a sniper controls her breath before pulling the trigger. “Milan has an art market ecosystem that won’t open for the Salvatore name alone. We need a third party clean of this family’s affiliations—someone who can move without triggering alarms.” She held his gaze. “Isabella can slip into corners that would slam shut the moment you or Lorenzo knocked on the door. A safeguard, in case she’s needed.”

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.