Elisa Brandani Novels & Stories

“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.”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Ophelia blurted out. Confused, Elisa answered, “But I am a northern luna, too. We are equals.” “What?” Cecilia and Ophelia blurted out in surprise. “There can only be one luna — the one who has the mark of the alpha. You are not a northern luna,” Cecilia told her as calmly as possible. “But I am Aamon’s mate, and that makes me a northern luna,” Elisa protested. “I only came here to the north to be one.”

“You can come out now.” I looked up as another female came out. She was petite and thin with bold brown eyes and an innocent blush on her face. She was an albino too except her hair was dyed black to give her some colour to her appearance. “N-nice to meet you Mitsuki. My name is Elise.” She replied as Daphne hugged her from behind.

Teca Company: Teca Company, a global chain specializing in the transportation and manufacturing of powdered coffee, holds a significant presence in eight powerful countries: Spain, Colombia, the United States of America, Mexico, France, India, China, and Japan. The main branch operates in the United States and is solely owned by the formidable Thalia Sanroman. With a staggering seventy-five percent market share in the global coffee industry, Thalia Sanroman has earned the nickname "Astro," making her one of the most influential and talked-about women worldwide. She oversees the main branch of the business, working closely with thirty-seven dedicated employees.

She winked, and I flushed again. “No, I don’t...” “Hahahahaha.” Her fresh laugh rang through the garden, mixing with the sharp click of my heels as I hurried after her long Alpha strides toward the street, where the valets were pulling cars up. Nothing in this family is what it looks like... and somehow I’d found an ally where I least expected it. ***** LORENZO So this Marcella turned out to be Beta Vasiliev’s bastard daughter.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I clenched my fists. “His scent. His behavior. It’s all wrong. I noticed the subtle things. His walk, the way he holds his cup, even how he speaks. I wanted to believe it was stress… but I can’t lie to myself anymore. That thing isn’t Marco. Didn't you see tbe rune that just appeared?.” Elise stepped in front of me, grabbing my arm. “If you’re wrong, you’ll be imprisoning a loyal friend of mine wthout evidence! He'll never forgive me”

“That I did all of this? That I imagined our future like this even without you here?” He bowed his head, shame coloring his voice. “Is it disturbing to you?” Silence stretched. Elisa inhaled deeply. Then she smiled—softly. “It’s… a little unsettling,” she admitted honestly. “But it doesn’t creep me out.” He looked up, confused. “What?” She chuckled lightly. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen something like this.” His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” She sighed. “Is this… a Greyhound family hobby or something? collecting frames of women in an obsessive concerning way?”