Elisa Day Novels & Stories

He reassured and when Ivy stopped crying, he stood up and walked towards her and pulled the blondie into the bedroom as he didn’t want to argue in front of Ivy. “Daddy?” She asked as soon as they were left alone. “Elise, if I truly sent the address to you, It must have been a big mistake. What I meant to send to you was my assistant’s contact. He is supposed to give you the address of your house. This place belongs to Hazel and Ivy.” He explained. Elise Warren was an internationally known singer, who was one of the top brand ambassadors of Westham Corporations and also Cade's high school classmate.

the maid asked. Camela looked up. “What’s your name?” The maid hesitated. “Elise.” Camela smiled softly. “Thank you, Elise. Could you tell me… how long have you worked here?” Elise’s hands twisted in her apron. “A long time.” “Have there been others before me?” Camela asked gently. Elise’s eyes darted to the camera in the corner. “I can’t say, madam.” Camela lowered her voice. “You can trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

"All good? Don't let the darkness eat you up or else you won't come out here alive." "Thank you..." Iris was glad that someone else was there with her. "May I know your name? What happened before you fell into this jail?" She asked curiously. "Hello...I'm Elisa. Before Adam brought me in I used to live freely until that war destroyed everything. He made me his slave for a few years then threw me back for I was a useless piece of object. I've lost hope then no one knows where I went to. No matter how long I waited no one came." Her voice croaked remembering the painful memories. Iris' heart pained for the woman's dreadful experience. No one wants their freedom to be taken away.

"I didn't want her left in that house, so I took her away." Ausilia covered her face, finally sobbing. "No… No way… Elisa couldn't be dead… She cooked an entire meal for us that day—" "Cooked for you?" Gianna interrupted. "Signora Neri, that day was Elisa's birthday. She waited all day, hoping even one of you would remember. But no, you only remembered to have her cook soup for Rita." Ausilia broke down completely. As Mattia stared at the urn, his hands trembled.

After Gwen left, Elisa thought it was still too risky. ** The Spring Festival holiday would end soon, and Annie came back to work, bringing Elisa many hometown specialties. The director of obstetrics and gynecology called Elisa and Ellen. Elisa remembered calling Ellen to wish her a happy New Year, but she didn't answer. She didn't respond to her New Year's message either.

Charlotte sobs only got louder at his statement, causing him to pull her to himself for another hug. “Forgive me.” “He’s gone, Dylan. They killed him.” She cried. Now he gets why she’s so heartbroken. He hugged her tighter, whispering soothing words in her ear, to get her to stop crying. How did so much happen in so little time? After several minutes of gentle persuasion, Isabel managed to get David to sleep. Indeed, having pups at this stage of her life was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

As I got closer, I noticed a petite Asian girl standing next to the doorway with two suitcases at her feet. Our most recent maid, Elise, had fled back to her home in Brazil because her mother was in the hospital and very ill. We'd only had her for two years, but I learned a lot from Elise in that time. She was fifteen years my senior in her mid-thirties and knew a little bit about everything. She was very intelligent and a great conversationalist. It never developed to more than that, however.

She couldn’t help it if every new person she met was more distracting than the one before! “Elsie Cannelin, twenty-three, from West Virginia. She was part of a very private coven there. They kept her disappearance out of the media which is why it took me a while to track her down.” Lewis scrolled to a picture of the woman called Elsie. Sparkling green eyes, curly red hair, and a huge smile stared back from the screen. She had been beautiful, and seemingly happy. That girl was nothing like the corpse they had found on the complex stairs. The tightness in Vanessa’s chest returned.Nick took her hand in his.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Eloise's voice wavered. "Of course, Eloise, I understand. That's why you must see why he has to be allowed to be with Elizabeth. She is the one thing that has kept him alive thus far, or have you forgotten the bombing?" The headmaster asked, his voice rising in question. "OF COURSE I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN THE BOMBING!" Eloise screamed, her voice broke, "All I think about every day is that fateful day in that mall, that girl with her eyes, piercing through me, Jake barely making it out alive. All of us barely making it out alive."