Elise Watson Novels & Stories

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

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

"And I almost didn't make it out." Serena's blood ran cold. The woman stepped back, inviting her in. And as Serena entered, she realized this was the beginning of something much bigger than fake headlines or staged relationships. She was in the midst of a game she hadn't even known had started. The woman's name was Elise. She wore a loose blouse and linen pants. Her eyes darted to the windows often, as if expecting someone to be watching. "I don't have much time," Elise said, drawing the blinds as she spoke.

at the bar, there are three girls with millimeter-standard bodies sitting and laughing with each other. - Ammit, this is your birthday present. The person who spoke was Lily Watson, twenty-one years old this year, 1.72m tall, a third-year university student at a famous university. She has an angelic face, a natural beauty that anyone who looks at her will envy. She is the young lady of the Watson group but had a miserable childhood. A heartbreak that she could never forget. - Thanks.

“The woman in the photo is actually a Mrs. Elise Thompson. Charlotte’s mother is not even visible in the photos. The only parts of her we can see are the hand and the lower body. But look carefully at the neck of Mrs. Elise.” “She is wearing the moonstone pendant.” Katya exclaims as she squints her eyes at the blurred photograph. “Yes.” Theo says. “Where can we find this Mrs. Elise?” Azraiel asks Theo. Theo shakes his head dejected. “We can’t. She is dead!”

Ellis scooted a chair to the side of the bed and inhaled deeply as he prepared to speak. “Iris is Zelos's daughter but she wants him gone as much as we do and will help defeat him. She is very powerful,” he said. Atticus jumped in suddenly and blurted, “She is also deeply in love with Ellis!” Chuckling, Ellis smirked and said, “Plus your father and your housekeeper appear to have a growing interest in each other and I caught them in a compromising position. Magical meat purse is what you called it, unbelievable.” “That was merely payback for what I witnessed at your house and the sounds coming from that poor woman having to gobble your dick,” Atticus asserted and I raised my brow.

Elise commanded in an angry tone. Lydia began shivering like a leaf. "Lydia, I'm waiting," Elise sneered at her. Elise's patience wore thin and she forced the glass into her hand, waiting for her to drink it. "Miss Elise, I need you to trust me. Please..." Lydia sobbed. "Lydia, if you want me to trust you then you'll drink that water, even if it's a sip," Elise urged. Lydia swallowed a thick lump down her throat. Taking a sip of the water would be a death sentence.

I froze. “E.V.,” I whispered. “No. It can’t be.” Luca turned to me. “Who?” “Elise Vaughn.” Elise had been on the Luxe board since the beginning — one of its founding visionaries. She wasn’t loud or glamorous. She never sought attention. But she was always… present. Polished. Calculated. She was the one who first recruited me into Luxe. The one who said, “We need voices like yours — fierce, feminine, real.” I remembered her arm around me on my first day. The quiet smile.

I instructed him calmly, but my grip tightened on the tablet. Elise spoke something about the core technology of my own company, and with a few words that I could read, my blood went cold. It seemed that Lupus Wick was hired by someone who was also in the same business and wanted the core technology of my company. Elise bragged about her relationship with my mother and also that soon, she would be Mrs. Vincent Holster, and then she could help Lupus to get everything that they needed. What an arrogant and overconfident fool.

"I'm here trying to rest; you guys are fighting like cat and mouse." "Sorry babe," Daniel replied, hugging Grace by rubbing her back gently. "What happened to you? Why are you so pale?" "Can we all sit first," I nodded, taking a seat beside Rachel as Daniel passed a glass of water to Grace, who she gladly accepted, giving him small but gentle.