Elissa Patel Novels & Stories

He gave her quarter cookie back, she gave quarter crisps, tradition quarter quarter. Teacher Miss Patel? No, now manager of coffee shop, same Miss Patel, now 10 years older, took photo, posted: Fourth Rose, 20, hates billionaires, meets Noah Carter, 20, Primark 20 holes, half cookie again, circle closes, like mother like daughter like granddaughter like great-granddaughter. Photo went viral, 50M likes, Elise commented: "HALF COOKIE AGAIN! AT 20! LIKE ME AT 26 HALF SAUSAGE! LIKE ROSE AT 20 HALF COOKIE! CIRCLE! FOURTH ROSE! ROSE ROSE ROSE ROSE!"

the maid asked. Camela looked up. “What’s your name?” The maid hesitated. “Elise.” Camela smiled softly. “Thank you, Elise. Could you tell me… how long have you worked here?” Elise’s hands twisted in her apron. “A long time.” “Have there been others before me?” Camela asked gently. Elise’s eyes darted to the camera in the corner. “I can’t say, madam.” Camela lowered her voice. “You can trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

They acted like she might snap. She pulled out her phone. Scrolled. “From Convict to Builder: Why Cillian St. James Deserves a Second Chance” Statement released via the Bellington Group Isla let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Of course.” Benita—little trust fund princess with a soft voice and a big, loud signature. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, just briefly. The same people who had cheered Isla’s testimony yesterday were already moving on. Calling her “emotional.” “Conflicted.” One feed even used the word jealous.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

She had short black hair and freckles on her face. “good day miss, I was sent to help you prepare” I opened the door wider for her to come in. she walked in and set her equipment down. “I’m Elena” “Camila, please” I sat down on the stool and she got to work doing my makeup first then my hair. Once she was done. I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror.

it was half passed eleven that same morning when my phone snoozed through my ears. Church wasn't my think despite how hardly I would have wanted to go. the scary eye sights had me glued in my house every Sunday. so I was already out to the gym about an hour to end. picked it up and spoke through the ear pods. it was an unknown number so I had to politely answer. "Hello?" said I. "hello. Angela? this is Beth. Elizabeth Miller. " Explained she who I already notice cause her voice kept running through my head the previous night and it wasn't an easy thing to get rid of.

CONTRACT – Made this day 3rd march of 2021. (The Commencement Date) BETWEEN – MR VED SINGH ARORA, Mumbai, India. (Party A, The Master.) And MISS ELLA THOMAS, New Delhi, India. (Party B, The Secret Lover.) THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS – - The following are the terms of a biding contract between both parties, that gives the power of complete ownership of Party B, the secret lover (Ella Thomas) during the terms of the period to Party A, the Master (Ved Singh Arora).

Enraged, she looked up and met a pair of icy eyes. "Is this how you treat customers as a store manager? Your change in attitude is quite remarkable. Look at you now, acting like a lackey!" "How dare you act so insolently here! Do you even know where you are? Who gave you the right to be so wild?!" Kerry seethed. Though Diana was an associate of Neo, Kerry knew she had to show her some respect. But compared to Ms. Patel, nothing else mattered. Who was Ms. Patel? The heiress of the prestigious Patel family, the number one socialite in Cloud City!

Mahira entered the room and looked for her purse, looked like the room was cleaned up already and she could not find her stuff, the large room had everything in order except for her purse she fumed and fretted, frustrated , she stomped her feet and place her hands on her hips, she felt hot, like there was a build up happening within her and she wanted to yell out, but she couldn't, she was at her boss's house after all, she scoffed at herself, her foolishness. “Why do people have to live in such big town sized houses?” she rubbed her forehead and gasped as soon as she turned around. Tazz stood with his hands on his waist, imitating her. She tried to walk around him but he grabbed her hand an