Elise Sinclair Novels & Stories

Since I had got the job of the Sinclair project, I couldn't endure him. He reminded me of all that I did to get here,, the sacrifices, the late nights, the smug grins. And Darla, floating through the same existence, untroubled, unbothered, snatching better deals without even raising an eyebrow. I was able to maintain my tone polite as I replied. "Hello, Mavins." "Good morning, Melanie," he said to me. "I just wanted to inform you, Elise's funeral is today. The family didn't want to prolong it."

“I’m not sure you know who that is. You know what I was wrong. I’m not certain you’ll even see the light of tomorrow. I mean you just got here, and you’re already planning to kill Lady Lauren, Sheffield’s Student president. The iron princess of Andovia.” “Yeah, it doesn’t make her indestructible. She’ll pay one day, that's a promise.” I said as a hot tear dropped from my eyes. Brownwell was a pure man in spirit, one of the few good people left on earth. The gods wail for his death. “Elsa, I understand you want to get revenge for your friend's death, but trust me, you can’t beat her.” Isabel replied with her face settling low. “What’s the matter Isabel? It seems she did something to you.” I

I said softly, “what was she like?” He leaned back in his chair, gazing distantly, and thoughtful. “Her name was Elise. She was… quiet. Reserved. Kind in a way that didn’t draw attention. She was like a fictional princess. She was obsessed with animals, loved the garden especially the lilies. She was understanding, humble, patient... she was an angel.” I listened carefully, memorizing every word. “She wasn’t very social,” he continued. “Didn’t care for parties or travel. She preferred things simple.”

“You look good. Better than good. I heard Kane hired you personally. Is that true?” “Move,” Elise said. He didn’t. His eyes went to her mouth again. “If he’s using you—” “The only person who used me was you,” she said. “Get out of my way.” He stepped aside. She walked past him and back to her desk. Her hands only started shaking once she sat down and no one could see them under the edge of the keyboard. Late in the afternoon Sophia walked by again with two other women. She stopped just long enough to rest her hand on the corner of Elise’s desk.

"The name is Elsie, Elsie Mackenzie. It's nice a meet anyone new." Elise stuck her hand out to me, and I took it. I was expecting a gentle ladylike handshake, but I swear she was trying to break my hand. Elsie was making sure I knew she was the one in charge of this interaction. Elsie didn't need to show her dominance; I was putty in her hand already. "It's nice to meet you. Your act was absolutely amazing, a gasser for sure. I've never seen anything like it before." I hoped I wasn't drooling.

CLYVE All I COULD think at this moment was how good it felt to hit my bed and snore under my sheet. Alone. Not with the blonde who talked a lot— Emily. She kept batting her eyelashes as she told me about her first photoshoot experience. She was a boudoir model according to her profile on HeartRated owned by my brother Skipper. She was a bit of a dish, I must say, but too dishy to be my type.

said Nalia. “If you believe that, you're foolish, and I don't know you to be foolish,” said the woman before holding out her hand to me. “I am Grace Aragon, leader of the terrarium sorceresses, friend of the family, and a charming woman. Who are you, my dear?” “Eloise,” I said, and she frowned. “Eloise Everard.” Her eyes widened in shock, then she looked me over from head to toe as if analyzing me and then smiled as if she had finally placed me.

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

" Elise retorted loudly in anger But! The four eyes met, see the opposite as if they know what Rita, Elise heart but inexplicably vain, a layer of cold sweat on the hand. Rita raised her eyebrows, "But why did I hear recently that you sent your agent Felix Parker to secretly saw off Jennifer's heel in order to win the top female model back then?" Elise's face changed at the mention of that year. How could this yellow-haired girl know about what happened back then? Heard?

They don’t see the girl who used to laugh, who brought herbs for their sick, who gave bread to the orphans. She forced herself to look again. Elise had reached the platform’s base—the place where she’d be kept before the final judgment. Her hair, once soft and auburn, clung to her face in matted strands. Her sea-green eyes were dulled but not empty. Not yet. “Move,” a guard snapped, shoving her forward. Elise stumbled, fell to her knees, and stayed there for a heartbeat. Her chest heaved, and for a moment she looked up—not at the crowd, not at the guards, but at the balcony above.