Elise Watson Novels & Stories

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

The pack stiffened, warriors coming forward, armed, but Elise held up her hand, her smile frosty and smug. "Touching," she purred, eyes on Serena. “But you’ve all been lied to.” She came out with a dirty, crumpled letter, unmistakably Serena’s handwriting. “Your darling luna is Rhys’s secret weapon. She has been working with him all along.”

The one that had haunted her nightmares. Elise walked into the room. But she looked different now. Gone was the broken omega act. This woman moved like a predator. Her dark hair was pulled back. Her green eyes were cold as winter. She wore a black dress that made her look like death itself. "Hello, Laura," Elise said softly. "You look terrible." "Fuck you," Laura whispered. The words took all her strength. Elise laughed. "Such language. Is that any way for a queen to talk?"

Then, slowly—coldly—Aunt Thea stood. Her voice was clear. “She is not a Moonbreather.” it echoed through the room. Elise froze. The room did too. Thea’s gaze didn’t soften, not even for a moment. “What Elise is… is confused. Traumatized, maybe. But not chosen. Not by the moon. Not by prophecy.” “Elise is the only one who survived the mark and lived,” Kai shot back. “She’s the only one who’s ever glowed with that kind of power, who’s ever—”

Diana's expression stiffened as she stared at me in disbelief. I didn't understand why she reacted that way, so I turned to look at Elise. She used to be the estate's doctor, so she had the power to make decisions too. "I was good, and I also ate the steak that you cut for me. I just want some painkillers now… Is that alright? Please don't sell me to someone else." The color drained from Elise's face, but she simply ignored me.

Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come. Lost in my own world, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it!." The lady said. "Sorry!." I apologized quickly. I was a stranger in Lycester I didn't want to cause any trouble. Although I could move without a pack, I didn't know what pack wolves could do to me if I ever harmed their own. "Sorry!." I apologize once again to the young lady standing beside the elderly lady I bumped into. From their looks, I could tell it was a mistress and her maid. The girl swept back her long black silky hair haughtily, and sashayed off with her maid walking behind her. l watched them dissolve in the crowd. Turni

Ethan Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this. After I saw Jane’s ghost holding a child identical to Paisley at the restaurant, I immediately demanded the manager print out a copy of her credit card receipt. There in black and white I found her new name: Elise Carrington, founder and CEO of La Louve fragrances.

"I'm sitting here." Elise shot Halsey a victorious look as she was about to get in. Halsey scoffed. Did Elise really think she was some pushover? How ridiculous! Just as Elise was about to climb in, Halsey suddenly grabbed a handful of her long hair. Elise screamed in pain. She was all dressed up today, with every strand of hair perfectly styled. Around Shaun, she took great care of her appearance—she wanted to win him over and become Mrs. Lane.

Elise paused her ministrations with the towel as she looked distant for a second. “After what happened with Hayden..how I watched the wolfsbane eat at his brain and cells, making him half mad... I didn’t want anyone to have to go through that.. the days I mourned waiting for the trial and for that bastard Holden to be caught, I immersed myself in research in Abby’s clinic; she is a genius. She helped me, and I came up with this,” she muttered sadly.

“Did he ever tell you about the women in his life?” “I’m not interested-” “You should be.” She lifted her chin. “Your mother, for example.” My heart thudded painfully. “Leave my mother out of this.” “Oh, but she was never out of it,” Elise said softly. “Eleanor Jones. Pretty, sharp, and loyal to a fault. The perfect candidate.” “For what?” “An affair with a powerful man.” The air vanished from the room. I shook my head. “You’re lying, I know you are.”