Elissa Patel Novels & Stories

raising her wine glass cup to her mouth, sipping slowly. Patricia forced a wide smile, trying to appear nice and polite. "Good day ma'am, I'm his personal assistant." "She is my date, Elisa," they said at the same time. The brunette lady, Elle, laughed. "So she is your personal assistant, and you take her to the gala as your DATE. Very interesting, too interesting," she said with a suspicious smirk, sipping her champagne. "Your mind needs to be washed, Elisa. You have a dirty mind."

Only that Skylar is a bit fairer and skinner. "Hello" I said taking the seat facing her· "Hello young lady. I don't think there's a need for a long formalites. I'm Melissa, Skylar's mother" she said leaning her hands over the table for a handshake. "I'm Elise. Elise Parker" I ushered back shaking her hand. "I've ordered coffee already. Don't know what flavour you take. I ordered for a normal coffee" She asserted. Great. I like how smart she is. I don't really have a specific flavour. I like any type of coffee In as much as it tastes sweet , then I'm in.

Isabelle asked. “Can I get back to you on that one?” Belinda asked, dimly hoping that this psychotic bitch from hell might have a sense of humour. She did. She laughed at Belinda’s joke as she slashed the knife at the computer programmer’s stomach. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 02:20

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Isabel walked up to him when looking very lost. "You have a problem? Yes. Can you solve it? Yes. So why worry? Do you have a problem? Yes. Can you solve it? No. So why worry?" Isabel said drawing Derrick's attention to her. Derrick had turned to look at her wondering what she was talking about. She turned her gaze to meet his. "I am Isabel, Isabel Ahuja," Isabel introduced offering him a handshake with a smile so beautiful it was intoxicating.

I'm glad I had a talk with Cathbad and then he let me know that I could use that guilt to improve my powers and that would be my strife for determination. “Meet Elisa, an old acquaintance of mine,” Cathbad introduced a woman whom I hadn't realized was here all the time during my practice. She looked like she came from the past, her brown hair was styled in lock, it was full and long. She wore a cotton dress. It was kind of similar to what my doppelganger wore the first time I met her. “More like a frenemy,” She said, her voice filled with arrogance and disgust. She flashed me the fakest smile ever, scrutinizing me with her deadly gaze.

Her eyes widen as she recognizes me. “ Oh my. It is you. I thought you just looked like her. Emilia Peyton, it’s a pleasure having you at my store.” Kika said, happiness clear in her eyes as she approaches me for a short hug. “ Thank you, the pleasure is all mine.” I said returning the gesture. “ As polite as the media says. You’re a rare find Miss Peyton.” Kika said genuinely. “ You’re trying to flatter me. Well guess what, it’s working.” I said as we all burst into laughter.

Anaj shook her head almost idly, begging the princess to go so she wouldn't embarrass herself further. Elizabeth sighed, sheepishly smiling at Anaj, who had come to her aid. "I knew it." Anaj shook her head, agreeing with what Elizabeth had come to mind. Elizabeth gazed at her, dissatisfied with her reaction. Penelophe is a sweet person, and her mother adored that woman as if she were her own. Elizabeth does not believe that there's an issue in her connection with her mother. Maybe, she still had a lot to learn and prove in order to give her mother the joy she always wanted.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

She was here to reclaim space that had once been stolen from her. "Natalie Evans. I almost didn’t recognize you," purred Elise Langford, wife of a tech billionaire and queen of the social elite. Natalie offered a cool smile. "Elise. Still hosting Botox brunches and selling insider tips for charity auctions?" Elise stiffened, then forced a laugh. "You haven’t changed." "Oh, I have. You just haven’t caught up yet." As she turned away, Clara appeared at her side, whispering, "He’s watching you."