Elisa Day の小説・ストーリー

“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

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.

Bisola began to laugh unnecessarily. The previous Eight day was the best day of her entire life, because everything about her life changed completely during the past Eight day, her life took a total turned from just an Orphan to someone who found Love, and also about to became an Entrepreneur. Bisola smiled again and looked up in the air.

The kind of woman who smelled like wealth and power. She didn’t order anything. She walked straight to me. “Are you Isabella?” I swallowed. “Yes… can I help you?” She lowered her glasses, revealing eyes that could slice glass. “Good. I’m Melissa. Eli’s fiancée.” The world tilted. “His… what?”

They had been keeping a close eye on me since the day we arrived. "I know you are awake. Diya was just in here," Elisa leaned over my face, towering over me on the bed. I turned my head and looked at her. How did I not see she was insane? I was such an idiot for falling for her acts. She was conniving and the worst human being. Killing people like it was all a game to her. She needs to be in a straitjacket and locked in a prison. She was dangerous. A mental institute would not suite he because she could easily worm her way out and cause havoc again.

His sister wasn't the one to be so quiet. " I, Elisa Sava Williams FINALLY HAD MY FIRST PERIOD. NOW I HAVE TURNED INTO A GROWN UP WOMAN AND FINALLY CAN MARRY THE PRINCE OF ITALY." The whole room boomed with a shrill excited voice. Elisa had her arms up in the air as she looked at her family in pure joy but soon it turned into a frown when she found her whole family looking at her like she was some animal who eloped from the zoo.

’ Said Adamaris, drinking from her glass of wine. So, Fernanda took the dress with black and white lines, short sleeves that covered until her knees. At that moment she took out from the drawer the album she had created, where she’d pasted the photos of the newspapers where Elisa was: each outfit, each gesture, each hug in front of the media was recovered in that album. Elisa, the charismatic soul everyone talked about in her newspaper. The dress that Fernanda had picked was the same one she’d worn at the charismatic celebration.

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. Then burn him.

It was soon eight in the evening. The press conference commenced. Elena walked on stage and flashed everyone her most charming smile. “Hello, everybody. I’m Elena Steves, a colleague of Daya Stoermer. I have a very sad issue to reveal to all of you. Daya looks like a saint on the surface, but she’s actually a cunning b*tch. Her personal life is messed up, and it’s not her first time interfering in someone else’s relationship…” Right then, one of the staff members rushed on stage and whispered into Elena’s ear.

I clutched my chest and turned to tace her. "You almost gave me a heart attack," I panted out. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm Elisa." She seemed to be in her 30s. She gave me a warm smile. "I'm Daphne," I told her. "I haven't eaten since yesterday so I was just looking for-." "No need to look," she said. "I'll make you something." "You don't have to," I said to her, not wanting her to go through all this trouble for me.