Elissa Patel Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

She's very polite and down to earth, i like her. I patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, you're doing a good job." "Really? Thank you, ma'am! I promise this is going to be constant. I promise that." She said, full of dedication. My heart was touched. "I'll hold on to that." Elise is a skilled woman. She impressed me with her fast hands and flexibility. She's also very trustworthy and customer-oriented. Oh well, my brother's impressing me with his choices huh.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

Before I could raise my hand to wave, Patricia’s cold voice reached me. “You should be having on a black lipstick rather than brown. It’ll unify better with the color of your dress.” She was studying me. “Oh...” I raised my fingers to my lips. “Umm, Melissa,” Desmond brushed his hand down mine and my gaze rose beside me to meet his. “My mum is a make-up artist and owner of "Imaginness" - that’s the biggest fashion house in all of Manhattan.” “Wow, Mrs. Steele, that is so—”

The name tag on her blazer read Elise Cartier. “Ms. Cartier,” Matilda said smoothly, her voice like silk, “do you know who this is?” Elise’s looked at me intently. "Forgive me but I don't think I do." “This is Saraya Newman,” Matilda continued. “One of the most influential CEOs in the country. If she wears your dress tonight, imagine the kind of publicity you’ll get. People will flock to Cartier Collection just to see where she shops.” Elise studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Very well. She can have it.”