Elise Brantley Novels & Stories

Was she here, watching? Elise slipped into the ballroom’s service entrance, her black coat blending with the staff, her eyes locked on Kayla’s emerald dress. The crowd was her cover, the SUV parked a block away, Derek ready. “She’s by the bar,” she texted, her fingers steady. “Wait for my signal.” Her 2023 dream—Justin’s “You’re brilliant, Elise”—was ash; Kayla’s laugh at the Greenwich auction (October 2024), his “You’re perfect,” was a blade. Tonight, Kayla’s life would end.

Ian gestured to her to sit on the couch. Ma’am Elise couldn't stop looking around, taking in the beauty of the office until her gaze fell on the glassy object on the desk. "IAN BRYANT, CEO OF LINT CORP” She gasped in shock and surprise as she look back at Ian who was now standing up from behind the huge desk.

Britany Santos perked up and quickly walked towards the meeting room that Elise White was waiting for. Elise White rubbed the disposable cup in his hand. Hearing the sound of high heels coming from the corridor, she raised her head and looked over. Britany Santos smiled at her tiredly. "Have you been waiting long?" "Just came up." Britany Santos sloppily laid on the sofa beside Elise White, "Let me slow down first, my brain juice is almost sucked dry." Elise White took out the snacks and milk that she brought along with him, "Go ahead and eat it. "After eating, tell me about the current situation."

I warned. "Pierre, that would be my fault. I am so sorry the pizza is my craving. I was just released from the hospital a few hours ago, and I need to regain my strength. Please forgive me." Rae said as she stood in front of me. Piere looked from her to me and back again. "Alpha, may I inquire as to who this charming young lady is?" Rae blushed as she answered him. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Virginia Elliot, but all my friends call me Rae, and I am Braxton's mate." She said as she extended her hand towards Pierre with a warm smile on her face.

It was the soundtrack to the worst year of my life. I turned slowly, watching as Elise Campbell—no, Elise Griffin, as she so desperately wanted the world to call her—strutted into the center of the room. She was flanked by two women I recognized from the social circuits of the elite: Chloe and Tinsley, two social climbers who would applaud a house fire if it meant they were invited to the roast. Elise looked exactly the same—perfectly coiffed, dripping in diamonds that I suspected were bought with Elijah’s dwindling funds, and wearing an expression of permanent disdain.

Elise promised confidently with a smile. Elise’s vow to her Belmont Braves cheerleading teammates was not easy but she’d try her best to keep the promise.

Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was smudged from crying. She looked terrified, and somehow, still beautiful. "You going to tell me what that was about?" I asked. She finally looked at me, really looked at me, and I saw the moment recognition hit her hard. Of course, who in Verya would not recognize me? My face was all over the magazines, blogs, and there are always rumours about me. "You're Ravien Drayton." "And you're Elise Anderson, event planner for my company's charity gala next month." I gestured to my tablet on the dashboard.

She'd often visit the couple at Oak Garden. One evening, Yasmin and Blake were having dinner when Elise approached them in a floral dress. Spotting her, Blake asked, "Elise, what brings you here?" "I have something to discuss with Blakey." She looked at Yasmin, greeting the latter softly, "Hi, Yasmin." Yasmin flashed a polite smile at her. Blake inquired, "Elise, have you had dinner?" Elise shook her head. "I'm not hungry." "You are severely anemic. You can't skip your meals. Come join us for dinner," Blake instructed with a frown.

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.

Skylar called as she turned slowly to behold Elise staring at her with a black shawl in her hair, shielding her face. “ What do you want from me?” Skylar asked her after suddenly remembering that she had betrayed Vino's trust in her. “ Do you think I will allow you to have the last laugh? NO, never, Skylar. Not when I'm still alive” Elise told her angrily as she tried to forcibly drag Skylar into the washroom but she wouldn't budge. “ You can't come in here and tell me what to do. I am Skylar Evans. No one can control me” Skylar snapped at her as she tilted her chin to her face challenging her to object her.