Simone Elise Books Novels & Stories

Azael was on it and soon they saw Elise's beautiful face on the screen. "Damn!" Azael felt his heart burn when he saw her dress. It barely reached her thighs, exposing her long legs to the world. The black sexy attire made her look like a minx who had come to destroy the world, their world to be precise. Reuel felt his throat run dry and he had to take a sip of his drink to calm his burning heart. Elise looked tempting, a fucking enchantress and he couldn't move his gaze away from her even for a moment.

Elise said casually. Cassie stiffened. "And you must be the woman who thinks she's Jeffery's sister." Elise smiled widened - amused, rather than offended. "Thinks? No. I know." In her designer purse, she produced a folder. The weight of inevitability pressed against me even before the folder was opened. "I didn't come here to make a war," Elise said quietly. "I came because silence will no longer serve the company or me." "The company?" Cassie repeated under her breath.

Elisa asked coldly as she forced her temper down. “I’m giving you one last chance, too. Leave immediately!” Dustin lost his temper as well. “Dustin, Miss Elisa, you should both calm down…” Simone was terrified that the situation would escalate, so she quickly went up to them and tried to calm them down. “Miss Elisa, let’s sit down and talk this through,” said Simone apologetically as she reached out to Elisa. Elisa slapped Simone’s hand away. Then, there was a loud smack as Elisa slapped Simone.

Everyone at the table died laughing. “One of the books has over one hundred positions, and the other is an erotic novella. I figured you could read it together,” Elise stated with a shrug. “I know I didn’t get enough condoms, but I figured that should last you the first three days.” I blanched. This was beyond embarrassing. Especially since my mother was right here. I guess I shouldn’t be embarrassed, considering she also laughed. It’s ironic, though, because I’m already pregnant.

she said with a bright, almost weaponized smile. She had. Beef everywhere. Ribs, roast, strips—pure carnivore heaven."Thank you," I said, already digging in. Priorities. Elise's smile then vanished like it had never existed. She turned to the parasite beside Levi. "And what's your name again?" she asked. "Seraphine. I'm Evan's sister," she answered, too cheerfully. "Hm," Elise said, "I feel so happy seeing my son with a mate like Nyx that I've completely forgotten others existed."

"Elisa!" Simona had only wanted to pull Evan along and take a quick look at Elisa from a distance. After all, they had been at loggerheads with Brent, and even if they wanted to ease things up, they would have had to think long and hard about it, but as soon as she saw Elisa, she was instantly captured. Simona could tell right away that Elisa was Brent's child without even asking - she looked so much like Brent as a child, especially with those deep dimples in her cheeks. Only because she was a girl, her features and contours were softer.

“Bianca! Bianca! Pick this phone up now.” Elise almost yelled in frustration as she chewed on her sandwich filled with avocado, lettuce, chicken and tomato. Carl had gone out to attend to business, leaving her and the maid in charge,……….. in the huge house. Elise had taken a shower changed into a purple kimono and silk and fur sandals. Then the maid fixed her a plate of sandwiches and coconut milk infused with cinnamon. She decided to call Bianca and send the text to Bianca. But she had not picked up her phone.

Simon slightly raised his voice. Ellen looked alarmed if there wasn’t anyone observing the scene, then she slowly approached the ex-spouses. “Simon…?” she smiled angrily, reminding him that there were people around. Simon took a deep breath, then looked at me, like I was his solution to regain composure. “Simon,” Margaret called him once more, “I… I read your book… it’s a good story… so visual…” she sounded falsely remorseful, and desperate to get his attention. Simon gritted his teeth, and shut his eyes close for a second. Then he gave his ex-wife a freezing cold gaze.

she added. Maxwell’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. “Trust is a dangerous currency in this family.” “I’m aware,” she said quietly. For a long moment, no one spoke. Then Maxwell leaned forward, his voice low. “Tell me about your mother, Elise. Catherine Anderson.” I felt Elise go still beside me. “She was murdered when I was five,” she said. “The case was never solved.” Maxwell’s expression didn’t change. But something flickered in his eyes...something old and pained.

“Elise Avaline Bennet I know that you are with your phone right now and I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T PICK UP.” I winced. “Oh no.” The phone rang again. “Pick up the fucking phone,” Sebastian snapped. “You’re giving me a headache with all this cursing under your breath and that damn ringtone.” “Fine!” I shot him a glare. “Don’t get your boxers in a twist.” I swiped to answer. “Olive—” “DON’T Olive ME, ELISE AVALINE BENNET!” my sister’s voice exploded through the speaker. Sebastian’s hand shot out, tapping the screen. “Speaker.”