Elisa Brandani Novels & Stories

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

This is also enough to show how much Luna cares for Elise and wants her to become his daughter-in-law, which is made even more apparent by Elise's mansion being just a short walk from Brian's castle, about 1km. "Hello, I'm Lisa; I am the new servant Luna Serena sent here to serve Lady Elise. It's my first time meeting someone with such a noble status, so I'm a bit nervous. Can you tell me what kind of person is Lady Elise?" Lisa, who had just arrived this morning, was excitedly asking me.

Burke bellowed, his voice booming, drawing everyone’s attention. Lancelot and Rui subtly stepped back a few paces, maintaining their distance from him. We don’t know this guy! “We’re number 2!” A petite girl wearing a pink hoodie, with fair skin and a delicate face, cheerfully hopped forward, waving a number 2 slip in her hand. Lancelot thought for a moment and recalled some details from the past few days. Elisa, 13 years old, B-level potential, a hybrid esper with physical enhancement and mental manipulation powers. She had been in the training camp for three months and was quite strong.

“I’m not sure you know who that is. You know what I was wrong. I’m not certain you’ll even see the light of tomorrow. I mean you just got here, and you’re already planning to kill Lady Lauren, Sheffield’s Student president. The iron princess of Andovia.” “Yeah, it doesn’t make her indestructible. She’ll pay one day, that's a promise.” I said as a hot tear dropped from my eyes. Brownwell was a pure man in spirit, one of the few good people left on earth. The gods wail for his death. “Elsa, I understand you want to get revenge for your friend's death, but trust me, you can’t beat her.” Isabel replied with her face settling low. “What’s the matter Isabel? It seems she did something to you.” I

Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, fear flickering in her eyes before she quickly masked it. “Mrs. Romano, it is an absolute honor to have you,” she said, her voice smooth. “I am Elizabeth Vance, the creative director here.” Mrs. Romano. The name sent a cold jolt through my spine. I hadn't gotten used to the sound of it yet, and I doubted I ever would. “Thank you, Elizabeth,” I replied, keeping my voice cool and unbothered. “Please, come with me,” Elizabeth said, motioning toward a sweeping spiral staircase. “Your husband called ahead. I know exactly what you are looking for. Follow me.”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

CHAPTER NINETEEN "Hey, senorita, you must be Ace's African beauty, he's been talking about the whole month " he smiled revealing his neatly arranged set of teeth , he is so handsome, almost as Ace, ... Did I just compare him to Ace?, Why? That was surprising, Ace talking about me to some random person, perhaps his friend , he never acted as though he saw me until there seemed to be a daring cause for us to talk. "I'm Isabella, and yes I'm half African, who are you please?" I replied wiping my hand on the table napkin as I stood up .

There was a tinge of sadness I’m her voice but Elisa did a good job of not letting it show on her face any longer. “I used to be a stylist before I was brought to the Guerriero mansion,” Wow, she actually answered a personal question. “Not just any stylist but an award winning fashion designer, you might’ve heard of or seen a few of my pieces in your lifetime. They’re still famous and rampant these days,” Elisa said. That small smile on her face made Rain realize that the woman was reminiscing the good memories of the past. Then what happened? Because from the way she sounding, it seemed like she lost everything or she retired?

The prettiest of all here with her hazel eyes and curly brown hair. "Stay out of this Elisa!" Mariposa shot at her. "How dare you speak to me in that manner?" Elisa retorted back. "You both do not have anything better to do than to cause problem and create strife everywhere you go" I am loving this Elisa. "You better mind your business Elisa. This is between us and the new whore Luciano brought as a wife" "You will address her with respect. Lei è la moglie del tuo capo. Do not tempt my fury Aurora" Elisa gritted her words out.

Suddenly, the magazine in hand was blocked by a shadow. Elisa looked up and saw Julia and Brandon Helme’s face a few steps away. Julia looked at the decoration of the shop contemptuously, and said with a prick in his words, "It seems that you are not doing well in the Brich family. Since, you came to this place to shop.” "Why is this the only place in the world where I can spend my money?" Elisa with a light smile, closed the magazine, and stood up. Julia is only 1.58 meters, and Elisa is a few centimeters taller than her even in flat shoes.