Elise Watson Novels & Stories

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.

He reassured and when Ivy stopped crying, he stood up and walked towards her and pulled the blondie into the bedroom as he didn’t want to argue in front of Ivy. “Daddy?” She asked as soon as they were left alone. “Elise, if I truly sent the address to you, It must have been a big mistake. What I meant to send to you was my assistant’s contact. He is supposed to give you the address of your house. This place belongs to Hazel and Ivy.” He explained. Elise Warren was an internationally known singer, who was one of the top brand ambassadors of Westham Corporations and also Cade's high school classmate.

I laughed. “I guess you are right." Just as I was about to ask him about other things, I saw her. Madam Elise was approaching us. She was wearing a shining sliver dress that seemed to be flowing like water; it was very beautiful yet simple. She was in her late 40s, yet she still looked so young. “Ryan, you came,” she said with a sweet smile on her face, and I was shocked. Madam Elise was well known for her cold nature, even towards powerful socialites.

"Of course, of course. I just thought—" "Edward!" A female voice cut him off. "It's been ages!" I froze at the sound. A voice that had once belonged to my best friend. A voice I now associated with betrayal and humiliation. Elise approached, stunning in a navy ensemble that screamed successful executive. Her professional smile faltered slightly when she noticed me standing beside Edward. "Zoey. What… a surprise to see you here." "I work here," I replied simply. "Elise is leading the Elite PR team for this event," Edward explained—as if I needed clarification. "They're coordinating several wineries, including Kensington."

She laughed icily and questioned, "Aven Harris, why have you questioned me in this manner, who are you?" "Luna Greenwich , don't give up yourself. Do you know what person Mr. Waltson is? If you are too intimate with him, your bones will be eaten by him. Pay attention to what I'm saying, since I'm for your interest. "What do you mean when you say it's 'for my own good' that you want to bother me after you've been flirting with Elise Clark? Do you believe in everything that Elise Clark says to you? "I... Elise Clark was not the one who shared that information with me."

She let go of his arm at the top of the steps. Then turned to him. “Good thing I’m both.” As she broke away from Matteo toward the drinks table, she felt Cassian’s eyes on her. And soon after, from the shadows of a second-floor balcony, another pair of eyes followed her. Matteo D’Amaro sipped his whiskey slowly, watching his nephew follow a woman like a dog circling a scent he couldn’t place. He watched Elise for a long moment—not with hunger, but with interest.

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.”

"This girl's name is Natalie. She is twenty years old and stands at 176 centimeters tall. She's a perfect match for you! And don't let her delicate frame fool you, she's a C-cup! She truly has the perfect proportions – big chest, slim waist, and long legs. She's naturally meant to be a model and has the potential to become an international supermodel!" Isaac continued, "She used to be signed with Yancy Models, and her nightclub appearance was also arranged by the company. However, a few days ago, she terminated the contract with Yancy. Miss Watson, the person who terminated the contract in advance, do you want to know what happened? She dug up some dirt on the agent and forced them to termin

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.