Elisa Day Novels & Stories

It was genuine — surprised out of him. “You’re not trying to charm me, are you?” “No.” “Good. Because it’s working.” She didn’t smile back. That night, Elise returned to her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She pulled out a small leather notebook. Not pink. Not monogrammed. Just black, unmarked. She wrote one name at the top of the first page: Elena Cruz And beneath it, a line in ink: Let him believe. Let him want. Let him fall.

"And I almost didn't make it out." Serena's blood ran cold. The woman stepped back, inviting her in. And as Serena entered, she realized this was the beginning of something much bigger than fake headlines or staged relationships. She was in the midst of a game she hadn't even known had started. The woman's name was Elise. She wore a loose blouse and linen pants. Her eyes darted to the windows often, as if expecting someone to be watching. "I don't have much time," Elise said, drawing the blinds as she spoke.

Isla smirked and teased, "You know, I thought you two were going to wait until you were forty before admitting you liked each other, but I guess not. Anyway, invite me to the wedding." "It’s Elise. She was the one planning to wait till forty, not me," Alexios defended. "Oh, shut it," Elise rolled her eyes. "You didn’t tell me you were coming today. The girls and I already planned for today to be just a girls’ day." "You want me to leave?" Alexios leaned toward her, teasing. Elise couldn’t hide her blush as she shook her head. "Awwn," Isla gushed lightly. A sudden cry interrupted them. They turned to see Priya.

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.

She looked back and saw that when the fire burned out and the puff of smoke disappeared, a smaller figure emerged. It looked.. human. Ellaine was surprised. It was a woman, descending directly to their ship with a accelerating speed. She flipped on suspended air before finally landing on their ship. “You called for me, Finrod the elf Prince?” She was a tall woman, with a long, royal blue hair, and big eyes of the same color. Ellaine whispered against Finrod’s ear, “Where did the dragon go?” “There, right in front of us.” Ellaine followed the direction of his eyes and ended up looking at the female stranger.