Elise Watson Novels & Stories

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

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.

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

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.

"With Mr. Watson? Why?" "He needs to talk to you about his daughter." "Daughter?" Lian asked, raising her brow. "Lyra Suarez, the woman who you kept on calling a gold digger, is the daughter of Elvis Watson." "What?" "Now, get over here before he changes his mind on talking!"

Which, Ariana realized with a sinking heart, she probably was. “Oh, how terribly clumsy of you, Ms. Blake,” the woman purred, her voice was like a poisoned honey. That is Elise Voss. Ariana had seen her photo in a society magazine feature on “The Voss Dynasty.” Damien’s older sister. She is the head of Corporate Strategy, who is known for her ruthlessness and sassy attitude. Or so the article said. Elise tilted her head, her icy blue eyes, were so like Damien’s, but colder, raking over Ariana’s stained front. “Or is it just that you’re… out of your depth? The café downstairs can be quite overwhelming for those unaccustomed to… standards.”

"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.