Elite Stories Novels & Stories

The hea‍dline was the top-trending story on⁠ e‍very major business and gossip‍ site. GOLD-DIGGE‍R OR GEN⁠IUS? THE QUEST‍IONABL‌E‌ PAST OF‍ ELARA STERLI⁠NG. ⁠ The ar⁠ticle was a veno‍mous mast⁠erpiece. It didn’⁠t attack her business‌ acumen. It attac‌ked her character. It featured “exclusive” photos of her from her early tw⁠en⁠ties—a wilder‍, more reckless ve‍rsion of herself at underground a‌rt⁠ parties, a grainy shot of her‌ leaving a known‌ artist’⁠s loft at dawn. It painted a picture o⁠f a promiscu‌ous, opportunis‌tic bohemian who‍ had st‍rateg‌ically tr⁠aded her ch‍aotic artist’s life for a bil‍l⁠ion‍aire’s bank ac‍count.

"You’ve got to be kidding me. This isn't some omega market in the lowlands where things cost a handful of coins. "This sector was built for the true elite. Relics like you don't even deserve to breathe the air here—it’s not like you can provide the credits." I stood up, my gaze locking onto hers. "You’d better guard your tongue, Candace." She could snap at me all she wanted, but I wouldn't let her snarl at Eva. Upon hearing the name, Eva realized who this was. She realized the Steele Pack's socialites were as venomous as their reputation suggested!

Sylvie's chest tightened with anger. 'I, a socialite from the Imperia elite circle and granddaughter of the Iron Dragon, am genuinely being outmatched by a college girl?' The speed of Estelle's turning the off switch on her sweet act had caught her off guard. 'So, this is her true colors. She's a sweet-faced devil with more than enough bite.' ... That afternoon, Evan taught Artemisia with unusual focus. Artemisia knew the reason behind it and couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him.

With frailty, Lizzie said, “Do you know what I and those people have in common?” Hill tilted her chin, demanding, "Well, what is it?" as he tucked his dick in his trousers and zipped it up. Lizzie’s voice was almost above a whisper when she raspily said, “We were all fools,” Lizzie pushed the advantage, her voice growing stronger. "You steal things people desire, but you don't understand desire.” A flicker of annoyance crossed Mr. Hill’s face but Lizzie pressed on, “We were all broken when you took us. Alexis, Eleanor, Sofia, even Cox - they all wanted your twisted affection. They danced to your tune, intoxicated by your status. Everyone listens to money."

You can't possibly tear your gaze away from her. But Barbara and Eric had something Estelle didn't… the most crucial trait ever. The ability to steal and destroy without giving a thought or two about the people’s lives they would ruin along the way. Deep down, Barbara knew she wasn’t a good person, but at least she wasn’t hiding and pretending to be one. Estelle, on the other hand, was a bitch and a snake, and yet she was still liked by people. How the hell did she do it? She thought to herself

It eats as if there is no disaster outside. "Come in." This is how he saw us. It smiled but I knew behind that smile was a deceitful snake. She's a viper in disguise. Why would Elijah turn this person into a queen if she's like this? I seem to remember Cleopatra in her. Cleopatra was also a venomous ruthless ruler. She will kill anyone for power. But all royalties in ancient times were like that. Stefano and Estrebelle entered. The soldiers closed the iron door. I tried to be strong in front of Natalia.

Vivienne’s POV “Shit.” Lisa’s face paled. “He didn’t tell you? Elias comes from one of the biggest mafia families in Italy. The Baliy. You’ve never heard of them?” My blood ran cold. “Weapons and drugs. That family?” Lisa nodded grimly. “Yep. The biggest. If you thought Kael was bad in New York, imagine him multiplied by a hundred.” She sank onto the bed with a sigh. “How do you know Elias?”