Simone Elise Books Novels & Stories

I’ll always be wary of her. “How about a cola?” Elyn says and I raise an eyebrow. She’s not the type to send others. Does she want to say something to me? Simone didn’t expect her to agree so she looks stunned for a moment until she quickly recollects herself and smiles. “Sure, I’ll go get you one.” I scoff internally. She's a master at being fake. Elyn meets my eyes when Simone leaves the table. The other warriors are quietly eating too. “There’s something about the Princess that you have to know, Alpha.”

“Her name is Isla. She was with Alessia for six years. She’s not offering information because she wants anything. She’s offering it because she’s tired of protecting a woman who would set fire to her own staff just to keep her crown.” Julian exhaled through his nose. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel the weight of his agreement in the silence. “I’ll sit in, if you want,” he said finally. “But if you’d rather handle it alone, I’ll be outside.” “No,” I said. “Stay.” The door chimed softly then. Not urgent. Not dramatic. Just enough to let me know that the moment had come. Simone stepped out from the back hallway, tablet in hand, and nodded toward the front.

Simone's pov She was wearing rubber gloves. She pulled out my house key and dropped it on the table before searching through again. I tried to be optimistic that some of my textbooks can still be revived and tried not to look at the floor below the table where my homeworks, all drenched and ruined with ink spread across the paper, sat. I would have to do them all over again, and some I couldn't finish this night and would have to fail them tomorrow because I wasn't able to meet up with the dead line.

She moved forward to join the group, closing in to the lady standing nearby, she greeted her but was met with a sneer, the lady dressed in an expensive but beautiful summer dress looked at her from up and down, sneered again and moved to the other side of the bench. Elise felt embarrassed and became rooted to the ground, she decided not to bother herself with anyone but to patiently wait for the interview to start.

Simon was cured, and she simply shrugged. She walked closer to Eileen in her bed, and smiled evilly, "You stay close, Simon. Right there, there is something must say to you." then looking down t Eileen, she picked up her wounded hand and squeezed hard. Still smiling like an imp. Eileen wanted to shout in pain but bit back on her exclamation when she saw the stiff cold and ice in Isabella's eyes. She feared this woman, that was a certain fact. And that was enough for her to endure her pain silently, even when her eyes screamed with terror,

Even the servants slowed as if the air itself had shifted. Elise didn’t wear anything extravagant. That was the cruelest part of it. No jewels heavy enough to scream ambition. No colors loud enough to demand attention. Just silk that followed her movements, dark and soft, clinging in a way that made it impossible to look away without effort. She walked like she belonged there. Not as a prize. Not as an ornament. As a presence.

With a deep sigh, she steadied herself before stepping out. Dressed in the satin nightgown Reiner had provided, Elise hesitantly re-entered the suite. The soft fabric draped elegantly over her frame, highlighting a gracefulness she hadn’t noticed before. The dress cascaded just below her knees, complemented by a matching satin robe resting gently over her shoulders, enhancing her delicate appearance.

"So yes, princess. I use this club to gather information. I use it to build my arsenal against people like Lucien Grey and I will use every weapon at my disposal to make sure they pay for what they've done." Elise was quiet for a long moment. Then she said something that surprised me. "Good. They deserve it." Pride swelled in my chest. She wasn't running or judging. She understood. "Come on." I got out and came around to open her door. "Let's get you upstairs." We rode the elevator in silence. I kept my arm around her waist, partly for comfort and partly because I couldn't stand not touching her. My phone buzzed again and this time I pulled it out to check.

It was genuine — surprised out of him. “You’re not trying to charm me, are you?” “No.” “Good. Because it’s working.” She didn’t smile back. That night, Elise returned to her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She pulled out a small leather notebook. Not pink. Not monogrammed. Just black, unmarked. She wrote one name at the top of the first page: Elena Cruz And beneath it, a line in ink: Let him believe. Let him want. Let him fall.