Elise Watson Novels & Stories

But did I have a better alternative? "What do you know?" I finally asked. Violet's smile widened, victorious. She moved closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume. She reached past me for the portrait of Elise on the table, her fingers brushing mine deliberately. "I know that Elise Hale was the King's fated mate, his bride," she said softly, holding up the portrait to the light. "I know the Queen couldn't stomach the thought of a human becoming vampire royalty. And I know..."

“Nobody can get a real wedding dress in less than three months, and especially not locked down surrounded by bodyguards! And I’ll never wear lace or a veil!” “Hey,” King soothed her. “Elise is the woman for the job, believe me. Like I said, she helped someone plan a wedding from our safe house. She’s a genius at choosing dresses for a bride just based on a photo or a Skype call.” “She is?”

A pyramid of customers bringing friends creates all kinds of different-looking visitors on the floor, and the fattest woman Jamie finds is Elis. Elise is the best friend of Irie Haruka, a beautiful student from Japan who is dating the youngest son of the Whale family, a conglomerate from Malaysia. Elise is an ordinary girl who is friends with Irie, Elise's body is quite big, although she can't be said to be fat like what Sebastian wants. Elise weighs 60 kg with a height of 145 cm, short and chubby. Types of stunted children in toddlers due to lack of nutrition. From her appearance, Jamie was sure that this girl was from the common people. Money sure could silence him.

“Finally! I get to help! Mona, Dr. Clark, tell me everything you know about Freya’s garden. I need to think of the best way to move her plants and have a spot ready for them as soon as they arrive.” Tyson watched as his mother linked arms with the doctor and his mate, dragging them from the kitchen. Elise wanted to do more to help the werewolves feel at home, and she could finally do just that. She was also an expert gardener, making her the perfect choice for this assignment. Tyson walked over to where Olivia was sitting. He wrapped his arms around her waist before burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. He kissed her head before taking the stool beside her.

Seeing blood on Zoe's hands, Elise, who had followed Jennifer out, rushed over. A look of concern: "Yo, isn't this Mrs. Brown? Is your hand okay, do you want to go to the hospital to treat the wound ah?" Zoe steadied herself and looked quizzically at the fancy dress and heavily made-up noblewoman in front of her, "Are you ..?" "I'm Elise Clanton, wife of Bailey West of the West Group." Hearing Elise's introduction, Zoe was confused for a moment.

She had her reasons for keeping Carlos close, but she didn’t know it would be a snare to her in the nearest future. It suddenly started pouring rain. Xavi took Isabel by the hand, and they ran towards the nearest place they could take shelter from the rain. Luckily, they were close to the Red moon cocktail bar where they usually met for a drink, so they entered inside. Isabel quickly gave the bar attendant a signal not to announce her presence because she wanted everyone in the bar to feel at ease. Although her scent would betray her, she doubted these drunk werewolves would notice. Just as she was about taking her seat, her attention was grabbed by a very familiar voice spouting insults on

She is clearly competent, her demeanor professional yet friendly, providing a detailed overview of my schedule and the tasks ahead with a confidence that belies her youth. Elise is part of Laura's team, so she is well aware that I am not Verona. Laura's strategy is meticulously plotted, leaving no room for errors. Elise is to act as my assistant, while in fact being the true stylist, her expertise crucial to maintaining the ruse of my role as Verona.

The long-sleeved, black dress she wore dangled all the way to her ankles as she elegantly sat down the sofa. Her contemptuous ocean eyes interpolated with the color of the red sea, and her perfectly molded nose was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She might be beautifully described, but she looked like a disaster. For more than a week of pooling her eyes with raindrop tears, her eyes were nothing like the tranquil sea. She was more like a turbulent ocean with obscure and vicious tidal waves. Dark, violent, and resentful was she – Elise, the widowed witch.

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.

Elise dragged Bree toward the kitchen area of the cafeteria. Bree struggled nonstop, but Elise was unbelievably strong. Rage fueled her strength. Elise was so consumed by anger that hurting the woman who had trampled her pride was the only thing on her mind. What Bree said was true—and that was exactly why it hurt the most. Elise had one goal: find boiling water and pour it onto Bree’s face. Bree was beautiful, and that was the first thing Elise wanted to destroy so Jackson would lose interest. If she could make this woman disappear, she would have done it already.