Elise Sinclair Novels & Stories

But in the middle of the room, as I was staring at one of the photos of peasant women from Nusa Tenggara, a voice rang out behind me. "Matthias always liked women with fire in their eyes." I turned around. A woman stood there. Golden blonde hair, tall, wearing a white elegance dress. Her face is firm. Beautiful. But what's sharper... her smile. "Pardon?" I said. She stepped forward, offering a hand. "Im Elise." My hand grasped hers reflexively. But in my head... everything tense up. Elise. From the way she spoke, from the expression on her face... I knew this was no ordinary Elise.

Even the servants slowed as if the air itself had shifted. Elise didn’t wear anything extravagant. That was the cruelest part of it. No jewels heavy enough to scream ambition. No colors loud enough to demand attention. Just silk that followed her movements, dark and soft, clinging in a way that made it impossible to look away without effort. She walked like she belonged there. Not as a prize. Not as an ornament. As a presence.

"Relax. She’s just a person. A very annoying person, but just a person." I went to the door and opened it. Elise swept in like a winter storm, wrapped in a white fur coat that probably cost more than most people’s cars. She was carrying a bottle of champagne and a small gift bag. "Cole!" she beamed, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "God, this place is impossible to find. My driver nearly drove off a cliff." "It’s meant to be secluded, Elise," I said dryly. "Come in." She walked into the living room, her eyes immediately finding Sabrina.

Amelia retorted with a confident smile on her lips. Another author's note: I want to thank everyone who has been on this book since the beginning of time. I apologize for my update schedule that is really messed up. I also wanna thank my editor. This is El, and I will see you all again in the next story!

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

Her mom called out from downstairs, at the foot of the wooden stairs. Elise Helmrick was turning sixteen this summer. Her mother was so proud of her being one of the elite students in her school—as she was one of the members of the cheerleading team, which was very popular in their whole town. Elise was a slim girl with green eyes, pert nose, smooth cheeks and long brunette hair that reached up to her waist that she always braids everyday. “Coming!” she answered after turning off the TV.

Skylar wondered in her mind, ignoring Camille's hateful comment about her. The woman came to stand in front of her, staring at Skylar with contempt “ I'm Elise Fabio. The only woman Vino would ever love” Elise replied, checking Skylar out. When she was told that Vino was seeing an employee, she was expecting a more worthy rival, not a woman who wasn't even up to her standards.

Besides it’s not like she planned going here from the very start. “She’s wonderful wasn’t she? She really pulled the audience in.” Ms. Finnegan complimented and Catherine thought that this instructor had forgotten the she had heard all the nonsense Ms. Finnegan spouted at Lyra. “Sure, it didn’t seem you liked her during your class.” Catherine said unamused and Ms. Finnegan nervously laugh at Catherine’s comment. Catherine was sure that Ms. Finnegan is trying to be all sweet and all because her mother is a renowned Prima Ballerina and not only that but her mother has a lot of connection.

They are beautiful creatures! "How are you doing, mom?" Phoenix jumped in excitement. "I am fine.” Ria pinched his cheeks. "Can you really see me?!" Phoenix asked again. "Yes I can see my little man!" Ria smiled. "Miss Ria!" Ria looked up and saw ma’am Elise running down the small steps. She is a short and plump woman. Her brown hair was cut down in a fringe style, a pair of brown eyes, a pointed nose and a pouting lips. Ria had to admit that ma’am Elise looked wonderful in the knee length gown.

In the world where social hierarchy exists, there’s an 8 year old girl who lives in an orphanage and works for money. She has golden hair, and rainbowed eyes. Her eyes can change depending on how she feels. If she’s angry, her eyes will turn to red, if she’s sad, her eyes will turn to blue, but her normal eye colour is golden brown. “Clementine!” the head of the orphanage shouted to her. She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head.