Elise Sinclair Novels & Stories

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.

Her radiant beauty immediately captured every gaze. Elise was dressed in a ruby-red silk gown with a deep V-neckline, hugging her figure and accentuating every alluring curve. Her golden hair cascaded smoothly over her bare shoulders, her deep blue eyes like an autumn lake, and her enchanting smile made it impossible for anyone to take their eyes off her. “She’s even more stunning in person than on TV,” one photography assistant whispered to another, eyes fixed on Elise. The staff in the room quickly moved to prepare everything, stealing glances at her as they worked. The sound of the camera clicks began, the flashlights sparkling around her, as if she were the center of the universe.

"Milo, the sealed document. The one you told me about after the letter. I need to open it. Now." "Elise, where are you?" "In my car, three blocks from a park. Away from the house. Talk to me." "Your father set up a special account within the estate, separate from the main inheritance filings. He built it so that no one, not the executors, not the board, not even me, could open it without a security key tied to your identity alone. He wanted whatever was inside to reach you and no one else, and only once you were ready to look for it."

His private whisper was the cold shackle that reminded me I was trapped. "Beautiful," Mrs. Sinclair murmured, clearly moved by what she believed was a moment of intimate affection between husband and wife. That's when I heard her voice cutting through the boutique's hushed atmosphere. "Oh my goodness! Elara, what a wonderful surprise!" Isabella Reed stood at the entrance to our private fitting area, looking radiant in a flowing cream-colored dress that somehow managed to suggest bridal elegance without actually being a wedding gown. But instead of approaching me, she walked directly to Damien with complete confidence, as if she belonged at his side more than I did.

Elizabeth said, bringing her hand to her belly as she rubbed it. “I accept your appreciation; you both don’t need to join us.” Steve looked at me, flashing his teeth. “Elaine and I were celebrating her success.” “Oh, I heard.” Elizabeth drew the chair next to me, making herself comfortable as she joined our table, despite Steve’s refusal. Gary soon joined her, taking a seat next to her. I sighed deeply, gritting my teeth as I held my breath. “I heard the news, Elaine won the design battle. Too bad for Vivienne.”

he says as we make our way towards the other trainees who got selected. I just give him a polite smile to say that i am ok with it. He introduced me to 25 trainees. I already know orphalia, in short Li. All the others seems to be nice. Except one girl melanie, if her eyes are really capable of producing daggers, then i would have been dead by now. She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by.

She wanted nothing more than to shrink away into invisibility until she was safely back in Boston, soaking in a hot tub, and crawling into her soft, comfy bed before replenishing her wardrobe with beautiful fabrics and having her hair done by her lady’s maid. She looked at the chipped nails on her work-reddened hands and curled them into the folds of her skirt as best she could. No one would believe her true identity to look at her. The less attention she drew to herself, the better. “So, Mrs. Meacham, what brings you to Lawton?” Oliver asked as he pulled a chair closer to Elise than would be considered respectable and sat down. “I’m traveling east,” Elise replied in a soft tone that border

once again, the impatient elder cannot wait and throws yet another question at Axel. Jingling!!! He pulls the chain down and a silhouette of a woman slowly emerges from the shadow, tied to the chain. "I present to you, the former associate of the Black Circle, Selina Hayes. I had to anesthetize her beforehand to avoid unnecessary troubles." Mr. Brainer, are you using a dirty method like drugs to win against her? Truly a peculiar method to use." "Against Selina Hayes, who was gifted with assassination skills, this kind of method is needed to survive from her. I have to admit, it's less honorable, but it’s more successful in terms of the result."

General Kius shrugged while trying to hide his smile, "You are right, Miss Elizabeth." A man handed the two of them a glass of wine which Elizabeth took without any worry. General Kius was intrigued at this woman who seemed to have no boundaries at all. Women around them did not even try to touch the wines yet , in fear, that it might destroy their modesty. But here is Elizabeth who was eager to feel the freedom of the night. "Slow down, woman." General Kius sighed while watching Elizabeth chugged down the wine in her glass until it was left empty.

But the woman standing in front of Sera wasn’t the sister who used to braid her hair during storms or sneak her notes during finals. This Elise was carved from glass. Unshatterable. Untouchable. But not unreadable. Sera saw it the faint flicker behind her eyes. The fracture she’d buried under strategy and steel. “You came alone,” Elise said. “You told me to,” Sera replied. Elise tilted her head. “You always did follow instructions too well.” “That’s rich coming from you,” Sera said. “Considering you wrote them into my nervous system.” A flicker of something passed over Elise’s face.