Elise Brantley Novels & Stories

Elise silently made a prayer to God, she had to get this. After what seemed like an eternity, Elise and the lady who sneered at her earlier, she got to know her name Ella were called inside. They had been chosen to be the next models since they fit perfectly for the theme of their collection. Elise was so elated that immediately she signed the contract and after a briefing, she rushed home to deliver the good news. She was on her way to catch the evening bus when she was stopped by a guy dressed in all black. " Sorry miss for the disturbance, but our boss needs to

The v4 is referenced in legislation in two countries. Elise is in New York. She's been in New York since university, which is where she discovered that she has a gift for the specific work of reading people at scale — not individual people, populations, the patterns of how groups behave under conditions of information asymmetry. She works for a nonprofit that uses behavioral data to design better public communication strategies. Victoria is in Brooklyn still, close enough for Tuesday dinners.

"Of course, of course. I just thought—" "Edward!" A female voice cut him off. "It's been ages!" I froze at the sound. A voice that had once belonged to my best friend. A voice I now associated with betrayal and humiliation. Elise approached, stunning in a navy ensemble that screamed successful executive. Her professional smile faltered slightly when she noticed me standing beside Edward. "Zoey. What… a surprise to see you here." "I work here," I replied simply. "Elise is leading the Elite PR team for this event," Edward explained—as if I needed clarification. "They're coordinating several wineries, including Kensington."

"Who can trust you? You've already escaped from my bed eight years ago, so no one can vouch for that, right?" "But--" "I don't accept rejection, Elisabeth Galloway," Brian said firmly. He didn't want to risk Elise running away like she did eight years ago, he really needed her to be there right now. "Jack, stay with her until morning, take her straight to my mansion tomorrow." "Yes, Mr. Brian." Elise was reluctant to argue, she felt it was just futile. She quickly left Brian's room, while behind her, Jack followed her footsteps. Suddenly, this caught the attention of the other employees, who believed that Elise was not just Brian's secretary, but the man's pet.

As they entertained one aristocrat after another, she knew she never felt so far from Finrod until today. Yes, he had been grumpy and annoying but she would’ve preferred that than him being silent and stalking away as if he didn’t know her. “I’ll just excuse myself.” Margarette was going away but Ellaine stopped her. “Where are you going?” “I want to observe the Virsathen up close.” “I’m coming with you.” Ellaine glanced at Yntreia. She was in Caeruleus’ arms again, asleep. “Are you coming with us?” She asked him instead.

Elise was talking to them, and the moment Bree stepped in, all eyes turned toward her. “Finally!” Elise exclaimed, her voice sharp. “Why are you so late? Don’t act like a princess here! The audacity to keep me waiting!” She scolded. Bree resisted rolling her eyes. “What do you want from me?” she asked flatly, with no energy. If Bree once respected the president’s only daughter, that respect was gone now. Elise’s actions had earned her that. Elise crossed her arms, her chest practically spilling from the fabric.

The figure turned their body around and showed a visible annoyed look on their face, her amber eyes trailed my body from head to toe with a scowl plastered on her face, It took me aback when I realised who bumped into me, It was Elise Crawford, Daughter of one of the Michelin star Chef and my High school batchmate, “Wait, is that you…hold on, what was your first name again? Was it Valkyrie, wait, was it Valerie?’’ I rolled my eyes when I heard her familiar snobby tone, ‘’It’s Valencia, VA.LEN.CIA, Elise.” I sighed in distress, “I feel like I just aged 30 years, after seeing her.’’ I grumbled underneath my breath, however, Elise noticed the grimace I had on my face and spoke, “Right, I think