Mori X Elise Novels & Stories

“Five…” Isabelle was the only person in the room who seemed to see Gary. She smiled sweetly at him and blew him a kiss. “Six…” “I’ll see you in hell, lover.” “Seven…” Suddenly Isabelle turned and, faster than should ever have been humanly possible, hurtled towards the back exit. The door flew open and she was gone, the remains of the exit in a not much better state of repair than the now destroyed entrance. Gary ran over to the others but concentrated more on David. “What the fuck is going on?”

Elise added as she watched the agents inside the conference room digest what is inside of the folders. As of now, she was not found by any of the observers, no one knows where she is right now. She is also not in the hideout of the Kai Tangata, and that the car she rode was destroyed just a few miles away from the hideout of the Kai Tangata. The driver and a passenger were both dead but her body was not found, there was no trace that she was harmed by the accident, “and so it is safe to conclude that she is unharmed and is currently hiding somewhere. Apparently, being a ‘Mole’ has it benefits, that she has an advanced skill of stealth— a skill that the agents of the ISO aspires to learn and

She could feel it in the air, thick and quiet like the stillness before a storm. The door creaked open without warning. Mr. Caelum stood in the doorway, shirtless, his trousers hanging low on his hips, his expression unreadable. Behind him, Elise moved like smoke, wrapped in a blood-red silk robe that clung to her curves and trailed behind her as she walked. Her eyes were softer tonight, but there was something darker in them, something final. “Ivy,” Elise said, her voice silk and steel. “Come.”

That little scene seized Ellaine’s attention away from the Virsathen tree. His arms wrapped around the woman’s waist, “You didn’t need to worry. After all, I’m the greatest warrior of Lenriad.” Ellaine’s eyes went keen. Finrod was.. smiling. And his eyes sparked too, looks like he’s gentle around that woman. Her eyes shifted to her. She was beautiful indeed. She had curly brown hair that matches her eyes. Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod.

Elise said as she took deep breaths. Carl shook his head at her and left the door. Elise went out of the room and took her coat and her slippers and left the house. She wandered on the beach, tears dropping from eyes almost blinding her. She used her powers to call down the moon mist and she began yelling, screaming. She hated Carl, she hated this mating and she shouted her grievances to the Moon Goddess.

The woman hesitated for a moment before answering softly, “Elise, sir. Elise Morgan.” Reiner gave a small nod before closing the door behind him. ---

They are beautiful creatures! "How are you doing, mom?" Phoenix jumped in excitement. "I am fine.” Ria pinched his cheeks. "Can you really see me?!" Phoenix asked again. "Yes I can see my little man!" Ria smiled. "Miss Ria!" Ria looked up and saw ma’am Elise running down the small steps. She is a short and plump woman. Her brown hair was cut down in a fringe style, a pair of brown eyes, a pointed nose and a pouting lips. Ria had to admit that ma’am Elise looked wonderful in the knee length gown.

He’d noticed her during the final twenty minutes of class—third row, left side, navy skirt hiked slightly higher than necessary, knees parted just enough under the flip-down desk. Her name was Elise Moreau. Twenty, sophomore literature major, chestnut hair usually pinned back but today loose and slightly mussed. She’d been one of his better students—sharp essays, quiet confidence in seminar—but today her focus had fractured. He’d caught the subtle rocking of her hips, the way her right hand had disappeared beneath the desk edge, the faint flush creeping up her neck when their eyes met for half a second during his discussion of Lolita’s unreliable narration. She hadn’t stopped.

“You should be celebrating.” “I would be,” I snapped, turning on her, “if she isn’t still clinging to my brother like I don’t exist.” Morgana tilted her head, sympathy painted perfectly across her face. “Elise is… strategic.” That word hit wrong. “What do you mean?” I asked. “She has never given herself to you fully,” Morgana replied gently. “Not to you, not to anyone either.” My veins popped and what I did next was obviously my wolf clawing out in jealousy and anger.

“You can come out now.” I looked up as another female came out. She was petite and thin with bold brown eyes and an innocent blush on her face. She was an albino too except her hair was dyed black to give her some colour to her appearance. “N-nice to meet you Mitsuki. My name is Elise.” She replied as Daphne hugged her from behind.