Novel & Cerita Elisa Brandani

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.

They almost never came first unless they had a reason. "We tried." Elisa spoke, her voice rough and unsteady from all the anxiety that I could sense from her. She stood five feet six inches tall, wearing snug tight jeans, and shirt that dropped off to one of her shoulders. Her hazel brown eyes shone brightly even in this well-lit setting. She kept her brownish-black hair at shoulder length, but occasionally, she liked to spice things up. While she came off shy, there were moments when—you didn't want to cross her.

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.

"Oh my God, I've missed you so much. Are you okay? I saw the news about Elena and Lucas, and I wanted to fly back immediately, but you said..." "I'm fine. I promise." I pull back and squeeze her hands. "Better than fine. Great, actually." "You look great." She turns to Damien and extends her hand. "And you must be the famous Damien Cross. I'm Elise Morrison. Hurt her, and I'll destroy you." Damien shakes her hand, a smile playing at his lips. "Direct. I appreciate that. And noted." "Good." Elise gestures to the man standing beside her. "This is Nathan Wright. Nathan, this is my best friend, Elara, and her boyfriend, Damien."

Elias, sharp in a dark suit, seated beside Lisa, the two of them deep in conversation in a language I didn’t recognize. “V!” Lisa leapt up, pulling me closer. “Meet my old friend. He’s from Italy.” She nudged me with a grin. “Elias. He’s visiting.” Elias was Lisa’s friend. “Hey, stranger.” He smiled, extending his hand like it was the first time. “Nice to meet you, Vivienne. Lisa’s told me a lot about you.” “Hey,” I murmured, my face burning. Lisa narrowed her eyes at the flicker of recognition between us. “Wait—have you two met before? Why do I feel like you know each other?”

Silence thickened the room after Vivienne’s question. Elise didn’t look away. But Helena did. It was subtle—barely a flicker of hesitation—but Vivienne saw it. Daniel saw it too. The air shifted from strategy to suspicion in a heartbeat. Elise folded her hands calmly on the table. “Three weeks ago,” she said evenly, “I was in Geneva.” Helena’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Doing what?” Vivienne asked. “Securing something Margaux didn’t know I had access to,” Elise replied.

“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 .