Elise Watson Novels & Stories

She started playing with the edge of her dress as if she were embarrassed, maybe uncomfortable. “How old are you?” I ask. Her head shoots up, startled, then she averted her gaze once again. “Nineteen” she answers after a few seconds. She was a child! Damn, the goddess and her choices. “Blasphemy!” my wolf cautioned yet again in my head. I ignored his comment. “And your surname?” I continued. “Watson. Emily Watson” . Her voice trembled as she spoke each syllable. Her plate was almost the same, the food barely touched. Her eyes were glued on it in an attempt to ignore my presence. I decided to cut to the chase so I would stop making her more uncomfortable.

No one I had been introduced to came to mind. Immediately, I crafted up a vision of a vixen mistress he's been seeing behind my back. It would explain why he's made no physical advances on me. There is no need when he already has someone to satisfy that need. "Who's Elise?" I finally found my voice after he made no effort to elaborate. "Elise is our head guardian of the pack pup center. Dotty said you wanted to help out there, right?" His eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out if he had misinterpreted something.

But the Barbie-faced woman kept walking and ignored him. While her mother, Ellise Wilson stared at Daisy, "You are really lucky to have a very beautiful daughter. If I were you, I would not allow my daughter to marry a useless man for long. Of course I want to protect my family's good name," he said, intending to humiliate Daisy. "That's right Ellise, I also have high standards if I have a daughter like Josephine, at least she has to work as a director," replied Juliane Watson, one of the socialite women.

Part 4 That afternoon, the kitchen of the Barack family home was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea. Elise was busy carrying a tray with a cup of tea for Mr. Abraham. Her appearance was simple yet captivating. Standing at 160 cm, her petite frame appeared graceful. Her shoulder-length black hair was always neatly styled, even though her face was rarely adorned with makeup. Her gaze was gentle, suggesting a patient personality, though her heart often harbored feelings of unease.

But in the middle of the room, as I was staring at one of the photos of peasant women from Nusa Tenggara, a voice rang out behind me. "Matthias always liked women with fire in their eyes." I turned around. A woman stood there. Golden blonde hair, tall, wearing a white elegance dress. Her face is firm. Beautiful. But what's sharper... her smile. "Pardon?" I said. She stepped forward, offering a hand. "Im Elise." My hand grasped hers reflexively. But in my head... everything tense up. Elise. From the way she spoke, from the expression on her face... I knew this was no ordinary Elise.

Linda stepped forward covering Emily. “Me?? Hahaha!! You must be kidding me!!” Elise snarled and snickered and her two bitchy looking friends chuckled. “First of all I am Elise Walker? The one and only daughter of Walker family?? And secondly, I am Adrian’s girlfriend and I dance with him every year since I have joined the academy!” Elise put her hands across her chest while she spoke and then pointing and waving her one finger at Emily to Linda and back to Emily, she snapped, “You two boring girls, just back off!!”

She muttered, "Ms. Fletcher, don't you worry. I will get it done." "Alright." Elise smiled. She set aside her phone and said to the woman opposite her, "Ms. Keating, I owe you big time. If it weren't for you, I'd be at my wits' end." The woman opposite Elise was Lizzie Keating. She had a pair of beautiful eyes. She picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip. Then, she asked with a smile, "I've helped you, but what about what I want?"

mother stopped when Maggie walked in with two glasses of water. She looked at us with a weird expression but didn't say much then walked away, I had no words to say right now so I decided to just listen though mother Pauline seemed more affected with this story. "But there's one thing that everyone loved about Elena, she was honest and trust worthy. Your mom wasa friend you could call at 3:00 O' clock in the morning and she will come running to you, Elena also loved to work " mother Pauline reached out for her glass of water and took a sip.

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema