Novel & Cerita Elisa Brandani

Smoke from the heater’s remnants drifted upward. Lucien tucked an envelope into the wreckage. > Lucien: “This… this was last sent to Elise.” Inside: a photo of Dante, Maple, Elise, and a third figure, a woman with a surgical mask, ink-stained hands. An image Lucien and Sera recognized from yesterday but not the name. > Maple (soft): “That’s Dr. Marte. She was Elise’s surgeon-turned-engineer.” Her voice caught. > Maple: “She coded the Firebrand protocol. It’s not someone else, it's them.”

“I don’t care about them too much, and I don’t like revenge. The person I hated the most during all the time was the girl I helped.” “Even now, I don’t understand why she did that.” Vivia thought of this and suddenly laughed haha, “Yes, the person I hate the most until now is her. I don’t want to help her stay anonymous either. Her name is Elisa.” Anna muttered, “Elisa, Elisa, what a beautiful name.” Vivia replied, “Yes, the name is beautiful, but her personality is different from the name. That name needs a more worthy owner!” Vivia looked at Anna, then Vivia lowered her head again, whispering.

"I would like you guys to meet Isabella. Isabella this is my brother Alessandro and his wife, Cassandra" She shook Cassandra's hand with a smile on her face, then held her hand out to shake mine but slowly put it down when I didn't shake it. "It's nice to meet you, Isabella. You look so beautiful Cassandra spoke, I'm glad Cassandra is a nice person, but I'm certainly not. "You too, You look stunning. I love your dress," Isabella said, and I mentally gagged. They both talked about girly shit for a few minutes, obviously getting along with each other.

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

She had her reasons for keeping Carlos close, but she didn’t know it would be a snare to her in the nearest future. It suddenly started pouring rain. Xavi took Isabel by the hand, and they ran towards the nearest place they could take shelter from the rain. Luckily, they were close to the Red moon cocktail bar where they usually met for a drink, so they entered inside. Isabel quickly gave the bar attendant a signal not to announce her presence because she wanted everyone in the bar to feel at ease. Although her scent would betray her, she doubted these drunk werewolves would notice. Just as she was about taking her seat, her attention was grabbed by a very familiar voice spouting insults on

I thought this kind of situation only happened at school. “Please sit here.” She pointed to the chair next to Larissa. “I prefer to stand.” “That's fine.” She sat in a chair facing us. “Very good. Larissa came to tell me what happened with you two.” “Who are you?” I asked. “Oh, sorry. My name is Elisa. I'm a psychologist.” “Psychologist?” I asked with raised eyebrows. “Yes.” “You don't want me to apologize to her, do you?” “You don't have to do what you don't want to do.”

Elli asked slowly. He looked down at her for a while before pulling away and pulled out a file from his bedside table. He pulled out some pictures and showed them to her. “The man you see there is Landon Taylor. He is the owner of a fragrance company that Carmela’s been endorsing for quite some time even before we have met,” he explained. “She was a rising model, and she wants the quickest way up. I think you know what I mean.” “She’s been seeing other men aside from you?” Elli asked, aghast.

Goan’s voice was polite but there was no mistaking the coldness in it. “W-Who is t-that?” the matron asked in a dismayed voice. “This is Elise, my apprentice.” “Elise? Who is Elise?” "You don't know? She's Brandon's girlfriend—at least until just a few moments ago. We just found out Brandon is engaged to another woman." "Another woman? Gian, I don't..."

Distract half the low IQ big-busted girls in the class so they don’t ask stupid questions, yawn, and eyeroll, and make out like we are somehow ruining their day. “Kay. You’re the best, Koala Bear.” Elisa gives me an arm squeeze and rests her head on my shoulder, so her shield of hair falls over her face entirely and relies on me to guide her way. My girl is a beauty product genius who makes her own and always comes up with the best-smelling stuff. She smells like coconuts and mango today, and I turn and sniff her shampoo with appreciation. This smells new and possibly Elisa-made. We bonded over science as little kids - what with her love of making potions and lotions and my dream of becoming