Elise Watson Novels & Stories

The witches and wizards and this eerie aura made people feel afraid, but this man seemed to not have any. But it might be because he was an expert and knew how to suppress his aura just like Ashton. He looked like a completely ordinary man but Maya knew that he was not simple. So this was the infamous wizard that conjured her birth and even cursed her! She was already twenty but she could not feel the presence of her wolf. She felt nothing like a wolf. "Child, you have grown," Eliphas said when he saw that Maya had been eyeing him. "Sorry I saw uncle Eliphas and felt excited and forgot to do the introduction," Ashton said as he smacked himself on the head.

It seemed as though she's been hiding from something or someone all her life , whoever this or what was had great consequences and effects on her . I stared at her pretty figure on the bed , she looked so frail and innocent ,I removed her sandals and covered her , I wanted to leave but I couldn't , I knew she had drank too much , she smelled of alcohol. What on earth could make her drink? , I called jane immediately, "Hey , lover boy" "Jane , isabella is drunk, I don't know what happened , I came to her apartment and found her

I locked the door, then continued our conversation. Using my power, I served them some tea and they drank it. "If you are not the Grand Duke Whistleton's daughter and does not have his grace's family traits, I would have think that you are suitable to be the princess and not that lady," Marquess Esem's son, Luke, said and that made Valentine, Leo, Jude, Blaze,. Zane and Zia got choked. "Are you okay?" Lady Sabrina asked them. "Drink some of your tea and kindly slow down in eating those sweets," I told them as I poured another tea for them.

Elsie Jacob’s hand was still clamped around my wrist when I saw Lena storm toward Zaza. Her face was white with rage, eyes glittering like glass about to break. I could hear their voices even from across the patio, sharp, slicing through the music that no one was really listening to anymore. “I cannot believe him,” Lena hissed. “He just broke a senator’s son’s nose because of her! What’s so special about that girl?” Zaza stood perfectly still, her expression unreadable, her champagne glass hanging loosely from her fingers. “She’s pretty,” she said simply.

Feeling his gaze, she turned to face him, giving him a wary glance in return, “What are you grinning about?” “You.” Elaine rewarded him with an eye roll and a gentle push towards the door, “Okay, sir flirts-a lot- off you go. Get that cleaned up, I’ll be checking it tomorrow. It seems someone used up at of my supplies last week when they tried to jump from one balcony to another like a fool.”

Seeing blood on Zoe's hands, Elise, who had followed Jennifer out, rushed over. A look of concern: "Yo, isn't this Mrs. Brown? Is your hand okay, do you want to go to the hospital to treat the wound ah?" Zoe steadied herself and looked quizzically at the fancy dress and heavily made-up noblewoman in front of her, "Are you ..?" "I'm Elise Clanton, wife of Bailey West of the West Group." Hearing Elise's introduction, Zoe was confused for a moment.

She had her reasons for keeping Carlos close, but she didn’t know it would be a snare to her in the nearest future. It suddenly started pouring rain. Xavi took Isabel by the hand, and they ran towards the nearest place they could take shelter from the rain. Luckily, they were close to the Red moon cocktail bar where they usually met for a drink, so they entered inside. Isabel quickly gave the bar attendant a signal not to announce her presence because she wanted everyone in the bar to feel at ease. Although her scent would betray her, she doubted these drunk werewolves would notice. Just as she was about taking her seat, her attention was grabbed by a very familiar voice spouting insults on

She is clearly competent, her demeanor professional yet friendly, providing a detailed overview of my schedule and the tasks ahead with a confidence that belies her youth. Elise is part of Laura's team, so she is well aware that I am not Verona. Laura's strategy is meticulously plotted, leaving no room for errors. Elise is to act as my assistant, while in fact being the true stylist, her expertise crucial to maintaining the ruse of my role as Verona.

The long-sleeved, black dress she wore dangled all the way to her ankles as she elegantly sat down the sofa. Her contemptuous ocean eyes interpolated with the color of the red sea, and her perfectly molded nose was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She might be beautifully described, but she looked like a disaster. For more than a week of pooling her eyes with raindrop tears, her eyes were nothing like the tranquil sea. She was more like a turbulent ocean with obscure and vicious tidal waves. Dark, violent, and resentful was she – Elise, the widowed witch.