Elissa Patel Novels & Stories

filled the air. Miss Felice, stood by ensuring the proceedings remained orderly. "Next!" Eleanor declared, waving a hand in the air. A petite designer, Madame Patel, scurried forward, unfolding a resplendent satin gown. "This one, Miss Eleanor, will make you the epitome of sophistication," Madame Patel promised. Eleanor's gaze lingered, her expression critical. "I want more drama," she declared, and I scoffed. I for one knew she was going to make these designers sweat and cry blood before she finally picks a dress. Been there, done that. Eleanor was a hard woman to please.

“What's the name of the bitch who killed Elisa?” “There's no point in me telling you!” “Tell me right this goddamn minute!” “Please, stop it, stop hurting yourself.” “Just tell me once and for all!” “All right, all right, I'll tell you! Her name is Isela, Isela Velar.” “Isela Velar?” “Yes, Isela Velar. A simple woman, she was a housewife.” “Isela Velar, well... I want you to remember that damn name for the rest of your life! Remember it and don't you ever forget it! Is that clear?!”

Jason corrected, making Jillian’s eyes widen and her expression change from light to gloomy. “Right! Patrice Kwon is the best looking among all the tutors, you know!” Elliot beamed, happily and excitedly praising Patrice’s physical appearance. “I hope we can be close too! I really like her a lot!” He ranted before noticing this Jillian girl with flaming eyes. “Uh, Jillian? What’s wrong?” Elliot asked disrespectfully. Jillian sighed and looked at L. “Patrice Kwon? The waitress in our café?” She asked him.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see through them myself?" I refused to answer him while he went on reading one invite address to another. I don't have time to attend any boring tea parties and witness women gossiping like immature girls. Unlike any other Luna, I take my position way seriously to match my Alpha's grounds. Although nobody usually demands me, it is of the will in me that somehow urges to be the lady I should be. The Luna of all Lunas and the lady of all ladies. With my current mindset that has somehow grown through the years, nothing matters more than the reputation I was placed. For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this positio

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."

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

m for the outsiders all over Beijing city . Then the last person they had been waiting comes with few persons following behind her . " Sorry , I'm late . I'm waiting for Danielle's parents at the airport " Elina said as she introduced the two middle aged couple to her classmates . " These are , Danielle elder sister ,Delisha ,she's twenty this year and she's study abroad but she will study here after the university vacation. Here is my cousin , Melissa , she's nineteen , and my youngest cousin Matthew , he is ten and naughty .Delisha and Mell will help us today as a waitress . Owhh . Delisha is a model in abroad ,that is why she's study there for three years and Mell is an actress . She acts

Behind her, a woman stepped into the dining room—mid-thirties, auburn hair pulled into a severe bun, her crisp navy pantsuit at odds with the villa's casual elegance. "Everyone," Claudette said tightly, "this is Agent Elise Laurent. Interpol." Elise's gaze swept the table, lingering on me just a beat too long before settling on Jeff. "Lieutenant Ryans. We need to talk." Nolan's knife hit the table with a clatter. "About?" Elise reached into her briefcase. My muscles coiled, ready to spring—until she produced a photograph and slid it across the tablecloth. A teenage girl stared back, her dark eyes familiar.

' Ellar, sounding a bit smug, puffed out his chest and emphasized, "She's my girlfriend." "Really?" Emma's eyes lit up with excitement. She reached out to pull Patricia closer. "Come, sit down." Patricia felt overwhelmed by the sudden overfriendliness and could only manage a polite smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Riddle." As Ellar and Patricia sat down, Ellar noticed Emma's undivided attention toward Patricia, engaging in small talk and being incredibly friendly, which made him inwardly cringe. He thought to himself, 'thankfully this is just a pretense; otherwise, Mom's behavior might scare someone away for real.'

She says as she sits next to me and holds my hand. “Okay I guess you are right.” I say. “Wow, you listen to her in a go but not to me even after I begged and pleaded. This is unbelievable.” “Well, she is listening to the boss.” Eleanor says as she snaps her fingers. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss.” Lucas enunciates each and every word.