Elise Sinclair Novels & Stories

Mrs. Harrow stood slowly. “I’ll provide resources,” she said. “People. Money. Silence.” Lysandra rose to meet her, heels clicking like gunshots on marble. “And I’ll find her weaknesses,” she promised. Mrs. Harrow’s eyes hardened. “There’s only one outcome,” she said quietly. “Elena Sinclair dies.” Lysandra smiled, a beautiful, poisonous smile. “No,” she corrected in a whisper. “Elena Sinclair disappears. And Roman Thorne will forget she ever existed.”

- I patted her hands, flashing a pretentious smile towards the unnoticing reporters. Irina, stunned by my swift change in mood, gritted her teeth while holding up her pretentious smile. She knew that the jig was up, she chuckled drily - her eyes evasive. "Since we've met here, why don't we go on a shopping date together?. Miss Selene only picked a Chess piece, your tastes have changed overnight and i would love to know why." - She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public.

To grab a panicking, restrained person was to pour gasoline on a fire. "Clara," Elise said. Her voice was a masterpiece of vocal modulation—it was low, incredibly steady, and pitched at a frequency that penetrated the chaotic static of the panic without adding to the alarm. "My name is Dr. Chen. You are in Elysium. You are entirely safe. I am going to unbuckle your wrists now. You are going to feel the leather loosen." Elise moved her hands slowly, keeping them entirely within Clara’s erratic field of vision. With two swift, practiced clicks, the heavy steel buckles gave way.

Isabella stood quietly in the lobby of the Skyline City branch of the Anderson Group, her expression cool and composed, almost ethereal. Nearly everyone stole glances at her. After a short while, a woman in her 30s hurried over. "May I ask if you're Ms. Sinclair? I'm Mr. Clark's assistant." Isabella nodded with a faint smile. The assistant, Elaine, let out a small sigh of relief. "Please follow me." Isabella followed her to the top-floor office.

Let the moment wash over me like warm water. This was it. This was everything I'd worked for, dreamed of, convinced myself I deserved. Aiden Cross, tech mogul, philanthropist, the man whose face graced Forbes covers and charity galas. And he'd chosen me. Plain Elara Sinclair from a two bedroom apartment in Queens, whose biggest accomplishment before meeting him was managing a non profit that barely kept its lights on. The crowd shifted. I felt him before I saw him. Aiden cut through the room like a knife through butter, his Tom Ford tux fitting him the way only custom tailoring could. Dark hair swept back. Jaw sharp enough to draw blood. When his eyes found mine, something in my chest unlock

“I really, can’t believe this!” She was a small woman, barely five-foot-three, but she had the sort of authority that made even six-foot football players shrink in their seats in fear. Her grey hair was pulled back in a severe bun, her glasses perched on the end of her nose, her lips pressed into a thin line of deep, deep disappointment. Coach Ellis stood by the doorway with his arms crossed, shaking his head with disappointment. Mrs. Sinclair let the silence stretch on for what felt like an eternity, her eyes moving from face to face, until finally, she spoke.

Linda stepped forward covering Emily. “Me?? Hahaha!! You must be kidding me!!” Elise snarled and snickered and her two bitchy looking friends chuckled. “First of all I am Elise Walker? The one and only daughter of Walker family?? And secondly, I am Adrian’s girlfriend and I dance with him every year since I have joined the academy!” Elise put her hands across her chest while she spoke and then pointing and waving her one finger at Emily to Linda and back to Emily, she snapped, “You two boring girls, just back off!!”

She says as she sits next to me and holds my hand. “Okay I guess you are right.” I say. “Wow, you listen to her in a go but not to me even after I begged and pleaded. This is unbelievable.” “Well, she is listening to the boss.” Eleanor says as she snaps her fingers. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss.” Lucas enunciates each and every word.