Giselle Gewelle Fanart Novels & Stories

Just like Adriana’s. Giselle, or Elle, as we have grown to call her, looks like a Grecian goddess. And I mean that in the sense of, she carries an air of royalty and authority wherever she goes. Adriana likes to joke that it is the alpha blood in her. Elle has beautiful olive skin given to her by her mother and is tall for a woman.

Giselle warned. "Oh no! You wouldn't do that to your own beautiful sister. I believe you aren't that heartless Giselle." Gia batted her eyelashes cutely. Giselle smirked challengingly as she prepared her stance. Gia panicked looking at Giselle and quickly threw the fake cross while swatting away the moss and vines from her body. "See, all done. Let's go! Stop wasting time." Gia yelled as she walked forward. "You're the one wasting time you idiot!" Giselle yelled in anger as she stomped her way towards Gia, twisting her ears.

That’s what happened when your sibling… your triplet… shared in every stage of your life and was an absolute CUNT. Giselle. Gorgeous with dark raven waves, falling alongside her sun kissed shoulders. Her sultry ember eyes held every boy, man… even woman in her wake. She stalked into rooms with her slender long legs like she owned it. Always a fanfare of minions scurried behind in the coldness of her shadow, begging for a moment of her attention.

, Arthur said confidently. “I agree. I can’t be fake when it comes to friendship and I really like Arthur for you. You want an old school dominating male to handle you”, Giselle replied while nodding in agreement. “Thank you, both” Nate said happily. “You look like you are twenty-eight. What’s your real age, Arthur?” Giselle asked curiously while turning towards Arthur. “Um, I turned 1032 this year.”

“Hey, sir, do you know the kind of woman you’re planning to marry? You’d be shocked if you knew her disgraceful past.” Sargas remained composed, silently signaling Athena to stay calm as well. Then he responded, “It seems like you know Athena quite well, don’t you? By the way, what’s your name?” He extended his hand to her. “Giselle Willow, daughter of the owner of Willowspot Corporation. You’ve probably seen me in the media,” Giselle replied, shaking his hand smugly. “I’m Athena’s half-sister—well, I used to be, but now I’m an only child since Athena was cast out of our family.”

How would they take care of me if the person neglected himself? 5 minutes had passed, and we met Madam Giselle, a young fashion designer whose philosophy was to wear who you are. Her nose bled when she recognized her new clientele. She gave us a curtsy and said, “It was my pleasure to meet you, Lady Bethany and Lady Miuerella, I’m Giselle, the owner of this humble boutique,” After the small introduction, I discussed my proposal to her and asked Miuerella’s preferences so Madam Giselle would incorporate it with her designs. We scheduled the meetings and fittings sessions since we had limited time to prepare.

"Someday, you'll find a good man who's worth it for you. But of course, he has to pass my proper and test." Giselle pouts. "If that's your decision, then go ahead. I'm sure you can weigh well what you can do, what you're not yet capable of making time for. The contract with SEO is still long, and your name is still among the top-selling models with many jobs in SEO." "Soon to be surpassed by Olive, I guess." Giselle smiles again. "Her appearance last night was quite impressive. Two or three main shows were made for her; I'm sure her name will be hard to drop from the top ranks."

But she is sure that she already saw it. At a party? In a club? Or in one of the mansions that she went to before? Giselle never went to a Gallery or museum; she only saw art in the mansion of people she visited before. " How amusing, I can't remember but I can feel that I saw this before. I feel familiarity in this painting" she murmured out of amusement. " I know that I've seen it before? But where?" She slowly raises her hand as she goes to touch the painting. Giselle feels like she is hypnotized by the painting and she feels like it is sucking her soul to go inside of this piece of art.

I opened the tablet and pulled up the files Xavier had sent over earlier. “Giselle,” I said, voice low and business-like. “Last confirmed sighting was three weeks ago in a private club on the east side. High-end, invitation only. She was seen with two known Russian associates and a man we haven’t identified yet. Financial trails show large cash withdrawals from accounts linked to Celeste before she went dark.” Arielle leaned in, her shoulder pressing against mine as she studied the photos. Her scent, clean skin, faint shampoo from our shower filled my head and made concentration harder than it should have been.