Elisa Brandani Novels & Stories

The elegant script printed across it was simple: Lena Moreau — Makeup Artist Below it, a phone number had been neatly penned by hand. Elise exhaled softly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. If she had not gotten a contact from Lena, then she was willing to go as far as getting it from Alejandro or Lucas, whoever did the booking. But knowing that Lena dropped it herself gave her the satisfaction that maybe she also wanted to talk to her. And it excited her. “Lily.” The sound of Alejandro’s voice echoed through the room, and instinctively Elise pushed the card away just as she raised her face to him.

“What's the name of the bitch who killed Elisa?” “There's no point in me telling you!” “Tell me right this goddamn minute!” “Please, stop it, stop hurting yourself.” “Just tell me once and for all!” “All right, all right, I'll tell you! Her name is Isela, Isela Velar.” “Isela Velar?” “Yes, Isela Velar. A simple woman, she was a housewife.” “Isela Velar, well... I want you to remember that damn name for the rest of your life! Remember it and don't you ever forget it! Is that clear?!”

They were nice, unlike my previous school. We shifted from our place due to my brother's job and I wasn't old enough to live alone so I had to come with them. Honestly, I was contended to live with my brother and his family. He and Gisele were the purest and soft-hearted people I ever knew. After my mother's death, Gisele helped me out of my cocoon. She just knew how to handle things. My brother was one lucky man to have her. Gisele was an Asian who came to the US to study and there my brother and she fell in love. Theirs was a complete love story and I simped over them.

It was forbidden for the toys to go down the basement, it was for another work. "Pablo..." she said and a man handsome in black jeans and navy blue shirt along with a black leather jacket, his hair tied up in a bun as he turned around smoking a cigarette. "Oh, Blair... we got a problem with Giovanni..." he spoke in his seductive tone. "Pablo, handle this already. I have got a lot to do," Cliterella aka Blair Fernsby... she's the love therapist at day and mafia boss at night. She is said to the worst Irish mafia lady... the most fierce one of all.

she asked with a teasing lilt. He smirked. “People grow. Evolve.” The woman gave him a slow, amused once-over, gaze lingering on his shirtless torso. “Apparently into domestic gods.” Olivier cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh…Mr. Cartier, this is Elena Marchesi. CEO of Bellavita Skincare. She was interested in a partnership for the men’s line you were conceptualizing.” “Nice to meet you,” Adonis said smoothly, holding out a syrup-stained hand before realizing it. He wiped it on a towel. “Sorry, bit of a mess. Didn’t expect company this early.”

"You heard me, Tito of the Year. When are you available? Because I'm introducing you to my friend Clarisse." Damian snorted over his coffee. "Plot twist." Saben blinked. "Clarisse? Clarisse Campbell? The marketing consulting one with the relentlessly symmetrical face?" "Yes," Eliana said proudly. "Also, she's nice, intelligent, a master of sarcasm—essentially, an equal to your chaos." "I don't require an equal to my chaos. My chaos is holy. Your chaos is lonely," chimed in Grandma Leila from the couch, not even glancing up from her knitting.

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.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "Who the hell was that?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "Elara," Isla said, her expression grim. "And she's not someone you want to cross." "Clearly." "She's one of Sebastian's favorites," Isla explained. "Thinks she's got a claim on him, but really, she's just as expendable as the rest of us." The mention of Sebastian sent a jolt of unease through me. The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember meeting him.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

"Elisa!" Simona had only wanted to pull Evan along and take a quick look at Elisa from a distance. After all, they had been at loggerheads with Brent, and even if they wanted to ease things up, they would have had to think long and hard about it, but as soon as she saw Elisa, she was instantly captured. Simona could tell right away that Elisa was Brent's child without even asking - she looked so much like Brent as a child, especially with those deep dimples in her cheeks. Only because she was a girl, her features and contours were softer.