Elyse Pahler Novels & Stories

She did not care if it was just about a month but she considered Hazel lucky because Christian Da’ud was there for her. But before leaving, she looked at Irene, who was looking at Hazel with pity. She scoffed again before running upstairs. “I’m… not an object, Eliseva…” Hazel whimpered in her soft voice, shaking her head slightly. That slow movement caused her still tears to spill out. “You fucking are, Hazel!” Eliseva spat out before throwing her away. Her unsteady feet caused her to stumble ahead and she fell near his shoe-cladded feet, shining and screaming their high price.

Kiran hadn’t said anything yet, but I knew Levi was less patient. “Hey,” Levi answered first and seconds later Kiran answered as well. “Hey,” I said as I typed the man’s name into the laptop. His name was Christoph Paulson and he was a previous member of their club, voted out and stripped of his patch and they wanted him dealt with. “How are things going there?” Levi asked. “So far I’ve passed all their tests,” I said as I looked at them while the laptop ran my search. “What tests?” Kiran asked me and I sighed.

Although he was human like the others, no one could tell the mind of Jelena Savage and what plans she had for him. In this oversized library reaching into the heavens, there was a figure who seemed very much out of place. A dark-haired girl, her bright eyes stared at Axel as he entered, a beautiful smile gracing her face like she had seen her most loved person. She hurried to him and stared him down.

“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?!”

She saw the way he used to look at her with that mixture of pity and boredom. "Three... two... one..." "Good morning," Elara said, her voice steady and resonant. "I am Elara Hamilton. For the last eight years, I have lived a quiet life. I have been a wife and a mother. I have seen the world from the perspective of those who are often invisible. I have seen how the powerful treat those they think are beneath them." On the street below, Ryan stood behind a police barricade, soaked to the bone. He looked up at the massive jumbotron on the side of the Hamilton building. His jaw dropped as Elara’s face filled the screen, fifty feet tall and radiant.

“Don’t bother. Just give me a towel to dry it.” “Ah.. Then, here you go.” The staff gave her a white towel and left her. Elyse dabbed at the dress, especially on her chest where it was spilled. An idea shot to her head. “Lucas, how have you been?” She made conversation as she cleaned herself, tugging her dress lower to show her cleavage. “You are?” Lucas knitted his brows, looking bewildered. “Else Pascow. I’m Remus Forrest’s step daughter.”

Elsa was puzzled. "not someone with the same name, right? are you talking about the heir of LN Group? Raymond Yates?" Elsa nodded. Melissa took a deep breath, look Elsa, and said gingerly, "do you know that Raymond Yates is a gay?" Elsa widened her eyes and forgot to blink. she was truly astonished.

The figure turned their body around and showed a visible annoyed look on their face, her amber eyes trailed my body from head to toe with a scowl plastered on her face, It took me aback when I realised who bumped into me, It was Elise Crawford, Daughter of one of the Michelin star Chef and my High school batchmate, “Wait, is that you…hold on, what was your first name again? Was it Valkyrie, wait, was it Valerie?’’ I rolled my eyes when I heard her familiar snobby tone, ‘’It’s Valencia, VA.LEN.CIA, Elise.” I sighed in distress, “I feel like I just aged 30 years, after seeing her.’’ I grumbled underneath my breath, however, Elise noticed the grimace I had on my face and spoke, “Right, I think

As they knew, Ziff was still young, and he had a long way to go. “Phelan? … Phelan?…get out of your bed! It's already late to sleep up to this hour!” Viv yelled as she tried to shout out to Phelan from a distant. Phelan grilled as she turned from side to side in her bed. And as well try to stretch her hands abit. She was already awake, but hardly had the energy to step out of her bed. She had no more friends than her bed. All times she overslept, getting late to her morning classes. Phelan held a book in her hands as she tried to get through it, although her eyes betrayed her as they looked heavy. On her ears were ear phones, dancing to some music by her head as she stared at the book held w