Elisa Day Novels & Stories

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.

ELIAS "Eliminate the child," I whispered, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. The Dowager Queen had ordered a hit. She wanted a human woman named Elise and her child dead. The last name was obliterated by a dark stain, illegible, swallowed by time and moisture. Why? The letter didn't say. Seraphina wasn't one to mingle with humans. She was of the opinion that they were beneath her in every aspect.

Jackson said. Elise? The name sounded oddly familiar. A strange sense of familiarity mixed with danger surrounded his head. "I heard that she returned to Massachusetts and took back the reins of her company. Now she's the general manager of it. She even started her own company and is now looking for investors and collaborators," "Elise King? She's the one who won the project?" Kayden asked. "Yes, sir." "As long as they haven't signed the contract with Elijah Hamilton, there's still a chance. Let's go to Massachusetts,"

For Demitri and Becca, this was a typical good day of productive learning. The school day was eventually over and Demitri automatically started to make his way to the library. Becca was already there with a book off the shelves. When she saw him she smiled big and waved. Demitri smiled and sat down next to her, opening his laptop and heading to the course study material for his history and english tomorrow. Becca lowered her book and looked at Demitri's screen. When she saw he was still on the school website, she put her book down.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Ernest’s virtual face sank, and he responded “I would love to sir, however permission must be granted from sir Elijah to do so.” Lucas didn’t respond but instead started off towards Elijah’s office. Emma quickly followed after. “I want 15 and Ernest’s memory erased, quick I need to go!” Lucas shouted as soon as he burst in the office door. “Whoa, whoa man. First of all, hello, good morning, welcome. Jesus.” Elijah spouted calmly, standing up to greet Lucas and Emma. “I don’t have 15 on me at the moment all right. I have 10 and I can get you the re-“

Silence thickened the room after Vivienne’s question. Elise didn’t look away. But Helena did. It was subtle—barely a flicker of hesitation—but Vivienne saw it. Daniel saw it too. The air shifted from strategy to suspicion in a heartbeat. Elise folded her hands calmly on the table. “Three weeks ago,” she said evenly, “I was in Geneva.” Helena’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Doing what?” Vivienne asked. “Securing something Margaux didn’t know I had access to,” Elise replied.

Adrian was still glaring at her and Elisia felt pain in her heart. "Don't lie to me! Who are you?" Adrian yelled? Elisia took a deep breath and then nodded. "My name is Elisia, and yes. I asked for help from someone to turn back the time so you could live. On the night of our honeymoon, we had an accident and you died. I was unconscious for three months and when I woke up you were gone. I couldn't accept it, so I asked someone to help me. But I didn't expect you would not remember me. I'm not a demon. I'm just a woman in love with you, Adrian."

Elise woke at seven forty-five. She came down the hall with the focused determination she brought to mornings now. Not crawling. Walking with one hand on the wall, she exhibited the particular concentration of someone who had decided that walking was mandatory and was implementing it accordingly. She reached the kitchen doorway. Looked at Elena. Looked at me. Looked at the space where Nadia usually was. "Mama Washington," she said. She'd been told. She'd stored it. She'd accessed it accurately. "Yes," I said. "Mama's in Washington."

"Cora is innocent. She's only 23. She doesn't know anything about any of this." "23?" "Yes, 23." Elise nodded desperately, thinking she had found a crack in my resolve. "She just graduated last year. This is her first time going out on a research vessel..." "What a coincidence." "What?" "I knew someone who was also 23 when they died." Elise went still. Beside her, Griffin's head snapped up to look at me. "Who the hell are you?" "That’s not important. What’s important is that you let Brody's daughter go first."