Elissa Age Novels & Stories

No one should know her plan. During the night, Elissa thought about several possibilities. Although there was still a possibility of failure and the success Lissae depended on Tory herself, this was the only way she could think of for now. Elissa did not want to be confined here forever. Even though all her needs and luxurious things were fulfilled on this island, she still wanted to be with Edgar. "What does Miss Elissa want? Do you want me to check on you again? Does Mr. Fritz want it?" "I want to get straight to the point. Do you really love Fritz?"

They almost never came first unless they had a reason. "We tried." Elisa spoke, her voice rough and unsteady from all the anxiety that I could sense from her. She stood five feet six inches tall, wearing snug tight jeans, and shirt that dropped off to one of her shoulders. Her hazel brown eyes shone brightly even in this well-lit setting. She kept her brownish-black hair at shoulder length, but occasionally, she liked to spice things up. While she came off shy, there were moments when—you didn't want to cross her.

Elisa raised her eyebrows. “Ah, really? There’s already a new woman? Wow, what a miracle.” Tristan smirked slightly. Elissa’s gaze turned to the grandmother. “Grandma, I missed you.” Elissa spread her hands. Ah, but she immediately grimaced. Her body was still stiff and quite painful when moved like that. “Don’t move too much,” said Dominic. Louisiana came closer and hugged her daughter-in-law. “Grandma is still the same as when we first met. Never aged. So beautiful.” Basically, Elissa is a very energetic chatty woman.

“Of course not! I am a witch of my birthright. I am just fascinated with Ellaine.” “Who?” “The stupid girl you bumped a while ago.” “I didn’t say she’s stupid.” “But you’re thinking about it.” She pinched his nose out of stress, “Hey! I’m about Nine Hundred years older than you. I don't care if you're the king of the world. Obey me!” “Alright! Alright!” He stood straight and stayed calm to recover his composure. “What did you see in that girl for you to be fussing over her like that?”

The kind of woman who smelled like wealth and power. She didn’t order anything. She walked straight to me. “Are you Isabella?” I swallowed. “Yes… can I help you?” She lowered her glasses, revealing eyes that could slice glass. “Good. I’m Melissa. Eli’s fiancée.” The world tilted. “His… what?”

She felt that Lily and I were quite ill-mannered. Elisa's voice was sweet but full of sarcasm. "Oh my god. Is she Hailey? The poor medical intern you told me about? Just like you said, I can't tell she's 28. She looks just like the 58-year-old maid that I have at home." She then snorted again after saying those words. "No, she's not. Maids won't come to such a place to humiliate themselves," Leo added as he looked at me. I almost preferred her directness from our previous encounter at my car. Back then, the sting of her words was piercing enough; now, her foolishness was laid bare.

He introduced, "Big Brother, this is my wife, Eliza." "Eliza, this is my big brother, Gian." "This is Eldest Sister-in-Law, Lucy." Eliza pursed her lips. "Hello, Gian and Lucy." Gian smiled and nodded. "You're pretty. How old are you?" Eliza answered honestly, "I'm 23 years old." "You're the same age as Matthew." Lucy looked contemptuously at Eliza. "What do you do?" "I'm an actress now." "An actress?" Lucy's brows twitched up. "What's wrong with you? Why did you choose to be an actress?"

"Eloisa, Eloisa, please don’t go! Look at what you’ve done. You shouldn’t have said those things to her. She wanted to spend this morning with us, and you both just had to ruin it. What’s so wrong with caring for her own sister?" My dad gives her a disapproving look, a clear signal for my mom to stop talking, and she seems to catch on. "I only spoke the truth. Eloisa isn’t getting any younger; she’ll be 29 next year. She needs someone in her life and should stop holding out hope for that Lorenzo Martinez."

“Oh, just picking up a refill for my heart medication.” Chris quirked an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had a heart condition.” “Yes, well… You know how it is.” She waved her hand dismissively. Too dismissively for a woman of her age. Elise was nearly one-hundred and thirty, which was quite old for our kind. A ‘heart condition’ was nothing to sniff at when someone reached that age. Still, I nodded, even though I didn’t believe her for a second—and I knew Chris didn’t, either. “Of course,” I said with a tight smile. “I wish you all the best. Let us know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

She might have saved him years ago, but that didn't mean he would want her the way she wanted him. “Just a little girl who isn't loved by her parents. Her life is so fucked up." Elysia stood up and took a step closer to him. She reached out her hands and caressed his cheeks. “A little girl?” “Five years old.” Her heart calmed down... at least she was a little child... the age gap was extreme. It soothed her heart that she still had a chance.