Elisa Brandani Novels & Stories

Elisa was completely lost by Aria's explanation, that she almost forgot that her hair was still between the straightener plates. “I'm not quite following…” Aria frustratedly shut her eyes and made a slight groan. She did a quick clap, “Okay, what is your wolf breed?” “Melial,” Elisa responded and secretly wondered where the information was leading. Aria's eyes widened astonishment, making her swiftly turn to face Elisa in pure impressivity.

"But the past has a way of slipping into the present, don't you think?" Before Christian could reply, a familiar voice cut into the tight circle of tension. "There you are!" Elise approached, her eyes quickly assessing the situation. "I didn't know you two knew each other." "We were just introducing ourselves," Francesca answered, an elegant smile on her lips. "And you must be…?" "Elise Banks, Elite PR." She extended her hand with that polished confidence I'd always envied. "We're handling the public relations for the event." "Francesca Montgomery, Montgomery Wineries."

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

RENZO “Fuck you!” Asher gritted out before fading… perhaps into unconsciousness. “I really don’t want that to happen again,” Elix continued, her voice still soft. “It’s messy. And frankly, it’s bad for morale.” She turned slowly, addressing the room. “I am Elix,” she said clearly. “Daughter of Emilio Vescari as you already know. I'm a popular figure online anyway. And until Renzo wakes up, you will listen to me.”

the maid asked. Camela looked up. “What’s your name?” The maid hesitated. “Elise.” Camela smiled softly. “Thank you, Elise. Could you tell me… how long have you worked here?” Elise’s hands twisted in her apron. “A long time.” “Have there been others before me?” Camela asked gently. Elise’s eyes darted to the camera in the corner. “I can’t say, madam.” Camela lowered her voice. “You can trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I would never betray you, sir, never. I owe everything I have to this family, to you.” I stared at him for a long time, I’d seen men lie, I’d seen men beg, but there was something about the way his eyes shook that made my stomach twist. Marcello remained silent, expression unreadable, Matteo leaned forward, watching Ricky closely. Then the door opened, everyone turned towards it. Elisa stood there in black jeans and one of the new jackets she’d picked out earlier, her eyes scanned the room, she saw Marcello, Matteo, Ricky… me.

The figure turned their body around and showed a visible annoyed look on their face, her amber eyes trailed my body from head to toe with a scowl plastered on her face, It took me aback when I realised who bumped into me, It was Elise Crawford, Daughter of one of the Michelin star Chef and my High school batchmate, “Wait, is that you…hold on, what was your first name again? Was it Valkyrie, wait, was it Valerie?’’ I rolled my eyes when I heard her familiar snobby tone, ‘’It’s Valencia, VA.LEN.CIA, Elise.” I sighed in distress, “I feel like I just aged 30 years, after seeing her.’’ I grumbled underneath my breath, however, Elise noticed the grimace I had on my face and spoke, “Right, I think

Elise returned to the study with a tea tray, only to find that Elias was already gone. She blinked in mild confusion before setting the tea gently on the table in front of Alia. Alia, feeling a surge of anxiety, seized the opportunity to ask casually, “Elise, what kind of person is Elias? What’s your impression of him?” A shy blush appeared on Elise’s cheeks as she stammered, “Well… he’s very handsome… but, hmm, I guess he doesn’t get along very well with Master Marcellus.”

Since yesterday, her mood towards Diana automatically changed all of a sudden and she saw the surprise look on Diana's face. "So, do you mind if I ask you some thing?" Lydia asked, also trying to clear off her thoughts. "Sure." "Do you know who Erica is?" She asked. Elise looked at her, the question was just too simple. "Who doesn't know who Erica is." "So, who is she?" "She's Diana's personal maid. What about her?" "Nothing. Nothing." "Nothing?" Elise asked, giving her a questioning look. "Yes, nothing." "Good. I might not be a demon or a werewolf but I can tell you really are a pretty good liar."