Elise Watson Novels & Stories

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.”

she asked as she tried to pass him. “You didn’t come to find me?” Nate asked with bewilderment. Elise began to feel alarmed. The crush was stifling and the men drooling over her costume made her more uncomfortable that she would have thought possible. The scars of her treatment in the west ran deeper than she realized. She needed to be alone for a few minutes so she stole away with the excuse of needing to find the water closet. Instead, she made her way to the gardens to enjoy the quiet and fresh air. The night was peaceful and the maze looked inviting. Since she saw no one on the grounds, it did not come to mind that others would be walking the maze as well. Now, the tall shrubs create

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.

TWO DAYS LATER "Hey, you! Come here!" A really arrogant girl in her early twenty called Elijah who was standing almost ten steps away from her, beside her oldie grandmother's luxurious car. She is Samantha Watson, another hire of the Watson family. She is young and beautiful but most of the beauty is artificial on her face as starting from the eyelashes to her teeth, they are all fake. From the look of her, it looks like she had done her lip and nose job quite a few times at this age. She was wearing a tight short dress while her dyed blonde hair was left open. She was wearing sunglasses which is why her eyes weren't visible and she was continuously fanning herself as the sun was shining hot

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

LAYLAS POV August (Five months later) Layla stared at the grand set of stairs that faced her with her bag strapped around the middle of her body and a hand in her pockets. Her cousin had gone with her to the mall to buy some new clothes before coming here to Elysium. Elysium Academy. She'd been offered a full-ride scholarship to be here because she had gotten her grades up. She was at the top of her graduating high school class and she hoped that she would be able to do so here. After her grandmother passed she threw herself into her coursework.

Elise intervened with a smile, saying, "It's fine, Whitney. Mr. Gray can look if he wants to. He's an esteemed guest of Blossom Hall, after all." Ashton's unflinching gaze stirred a complex mix of emotions in Elise. She was the head of Blossom Hall and the Sage's recognized lover, so no man had ever dared to covet her so boldly—even those who harbored private desires only dared to act discreetly. Elise inwardly longed for someone to truly admire her beauty. Thus, Ashton's brazen admiration, rather than offending her, actually gave her a sense of pleasure.

For Elizabeth, that night was a game-changer. The corridors were empty as Elizabeth strolled around with Anaj tailing her from behind. The garden was blooming with fine emerald leaves, and white roses. Her mother, the Queen, has always been fond of white roses. Behind the bushes, across the corridor, was Penelophe plucking a few weeds off the ornaments. "Penelophe..." Elizabeth called on her. "Elizabeth, my dear princess. What brought you to the garden?" Penelophe asked, her eyes observing the cleavage that popped out of Elizabeth's tight, pastel-blue gown.