Simone Elise Books Novels & Stories

“Hello? Simone?” “Hey, it’s Jonathan again. Long story short, Simone was detained earlier while shopping.” “Detained? Why? Was it because she had my credit card?” “Anthony, I need to tell you something, and you won’t like it.” “Jonathan, my patience—” “Simone was shopping with Nori at Eliza’s boutique and Eliza…fuck…um…Eliza accosted Simone.” “Eliza, your ex? That Eliza?”

Eliza laughs, and nods. “Fair enough. I’m also straight, and taken.” She jerks a thumb over her shoulder to Simon who waves but doesn’t look up from his laptop. He pulls out a small box and turns it on, then continues typing for a bit. “Okay then. Shall we?” Celine nods, and shifts her staff to her side, and takes a defensive stance. George turns to watch,

“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.

Chloe smirked. Elise stared at her card and pulled out a king card. "Get that" She chuckled "Hey." A few minutes later, they finished the third round of the game. Chloe went out of the room to get some snacks. She sat down and started bringing the snacks out of the mini basket; underneath were two books she had picked from her room. Elise picked one, attracted by the cover. "Be careful, that book made me shed rivers." Chloe smiled "Why would you cry over a book? It's just a book." Elise commented

Seduction scheme 101 Intro- Elise is too infatuated with her guidance counselor and she would resort to anything just to have few moments with him. Elise's P.O.V. "Am really grateful for your help"She murmurs slyly as she stared at his face waiting for any reaction from him. He doesn’t still look at me as he nods, his muscles straining and his hands gripping the sofa cushions in iron grips. Elise had pretended to be supper high on drugs and had pretended to pass out near Liam's Car, when he had insisted on a trip to the hospital she had refused saying her mom could die from the shock of the news.

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.

I said softly, “what was she like?” He leaned back in his chair, gazing distantly, and thoughtful. “Her name was Elise. She was… quiet. Reserved. Kind in a way that didn’t draw attention. She was like a fictional princess. She was obsessed with animals, loved the garden especially the lilies. She was understanding, humble, patient... she was an angel.” I listened carefully, memorizing every word. “She wasn’t very social,” he continued. “Didn’t care for parties or travel. She preferred things simple.”

“Nathaniel. I held you in my arms the night you were born.” “No one held me,” she spits. “You’re lying.” “Rufus took you. We tried to find you—” “LIES!” Black smoke explodes from her chest, and suddenly we’re thrown back, crashing into dead branches and stone. Isabella hisses, rising to her feet. “We need to reach her!” “I’m trying!” I shout. I lift the crystal again, but the energy around Simone is pulsing violently now, growing wild. Simone,” Isabella says softly. “I remember your first breath. Your cries. I named you.”

The familiar scent hits him immediately. Old books and leather, the faint trace of his scent that still lingers, and beneath it all, something new. There, curled up on that bed like a fallen angel, is Elise. She's fast asleep, still wearing her day clothes. A simple dress that's now rumpled from stress and whatever ordeal his family put her through. She didn't change into pajamas, didn't even pull back the covers. She’d collapsed onto the bed as if her body finally gave out after holding itself together for too long.

"You know it's only a matter of time before he realizes he made a mistake, don't you?" The nausea surged, my vision blurring at the edges. Elise kept talking, her voice growing distant as her cloying perfume suffocated me. "Men like Christian don't stay with girls like you. They marry women like Francesca. Like me." I tried to back away, but it was too late. With a quick, utterly involuntary motion, I bent forward and vomited spectacularly—all over Elise's seven-hundred-dollar Louboutins. "My God!!!" she shrieked, leaping back in horror. "Are you insane?!"