Elissa Patel Novels & Stories

And for the first time since entering the building, Yesha felt herself breathe fully. A woman in her forties approached with measured confidence, tablet in hand. Sharp navy suit. Minimal jewelry. Eyes too intelligent to miss anything. “Miss Elaine,” she said. “I’m Celeste Valencia, director of interior development.” Her handshake was firm, professional, and notably free of curiosity. A gift. “It’s nice to meet you,” Yesha replied. “We value competence more than introductions,” Celeste said. “So let’s begin.” Yesha blinked once, then smiled.

"What the hell is leaf boy and is she calling me that? she must be insane, such a beauty to be insane. who are you and what are you doing in my house naked I asked her again and she ignored me and tried touching me again and I moved back. "Who sent you here to seduce me you S**t" I said and she frowned. "why are you still calling me s**t again? you keep calling me s**t all the time, I have told you that my name is Melissa and not s**t, Perhaps I might look like your s**t girl but I am not her" she said and I find myself chuckling. "Are you insane? I asked her and she glared at me getting angry "I just told you now that I am not your insane and your s**t that my name is Melissa; can't you hea

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

her tone was rude. “She was. Now she is the chief designer of our company” Benjamin introduced Elissa. “Her name is Elissa.” Oh! So this is Elissa, Georgina thought and she started to get annoyed. She was the one trying to steal Benjamin from her. Georgina checked her out from head to toe, nothing about was attractive. The grandma's blouse and skirt were boring. The glasses she wore made her look like a grandma. Georgina pondered what Benjamin saw in her. She couldn't compare even a single percent of her.

"Imagine falling in three-inch heels without walking—then how would you cope with five-inch heels?" Isla bit her lips, forced herself to stand, straightened her posture, and looked up at Elise. "Who are you?" Elise asked. "My name is Isla Pereira…" Isla knew it was a mistake, seeing the deep disapproving look on Elise's face. "I mean, Isla Khan…" "An heiress never stutters, Isla," Elise sighed, rubbing her temples. "We have so much to learn. Come with me," she said, moving toward an elevator in the room.

“Betty has a treatment to go to the next few days. Giving her this as a surprise will lift her spirits up.” “She spoke highly of you, Ms. Porter.” Elli looked at Mr. Grande and smiled. “She’s a sweet girl,” she commented. “She’s looking forward to seeing you again,” he assured. “Excuse me for asking, is Elli your full name? I noticed on the presentation that you have four initials.” “Elli is my nickname,” she answered calmly. “My full name is Ellisande Snow Wright Porter.” Mr. Grande suddenly looked shocked, SJ had noticed immediately.

Cattleya’s POV Elise frowned, her anger rising, "Are you joking, right?" Jaxon cleared his throat, trying to calm the situation. "Elise—" "No, Jaxon, I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to this woman. Who do you think you are?" Elise yelled, her voice trembling with rage. "I'm Cattleya Sullivan, and I'm your fiance's girlfriend," I said, my voice steady and confident. "Are you out of your mind?!" she screamed, her face flushed with wrath.

Ethan Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this. After I saw Jane’s ghost holding a child identical to Paisley at the restaurant, I immediately demanded the manager print out a copy of her credit card receipt. There in black and white I found her new name: Elise Carrington, founder and CEO of La Louve fragrances.

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.

I would have to hide, just like my dad did all these years. “Okay what about this? “I asked Ati. “Hi Easton. I got your email from Cyrus. I was hoping we could get to know each other this way. I am Ela. Eighteen years old and my parents always wanted me to work in medicine like them. But I actually want to be a baker. My dream is to have my own store, where I can sell Chai tea, coffee, American pastries and Indian pastries like Galub jamun and Malpua.