Simone Elise Colt Novels & Stories

Sabrina’s POV. I sat on the velvet bench, clutching my clutch bag so hard the edges dug into my palms. From where I sat, they looked like a movie poster. Cole, tall and broad-shouldered in his tuxedo. Elise, statuesque and glittering in silver. They moved across the floor with an easy, practiced grace. She whispered something in his ear, and he leaned down to hear it. They looked like they belonged together. They looked like the same species—born of money, confidence, and power.

Beta Eric pov. I hate that Colt forced me to come here. Even the team knows why he didn’t come. That it in fact didn’t have to do with business. He doesn’t want the she-wolves in this pack to throw themselves at him. I can’t say I don’t blame him. Ever since his mate died years ago. She-wolves have been after him and the power that comes with being his mate. They have even tried potions to make him think they are his second chance mate. Luckily his smart. He always has a white witch to check the bond’s legitimacy. Otherwise we would have ended up with a power hungry queen.

"Oh my God, I've missed you so much. Are you okay? I saw the news about Elena and Lucas, and I wanted to fly back immediately, but you said..." "I'm fine. I promise." I pull back and squeeze her hands. "Better than fine. Great, actually." "You look great." She turns to Damien and extends her hand. "And you must be the famous Damien Cross. I'm Elise Morrison. Hurt her, and I'll destroy you." Damien shakes her hand, a smile playing at his lips. "Direct. I appreciate that. And noted." "Good." Elise gestures to the man standing beside her. "This is Nathan Wright. Nathan, this is my best friend, Elara, and her boyfriend, Damien."

The air was thick with lavender and expensive restraint. Elise entered like a promise with teeth. Her blouse caught the sunlight in a slow gleam, and her skirt pulled every glance like gravity. One waiter nearly walked into a hedge watching her pass. She caught the murmurs. “Elise Caro,” a woman said softly, half to herself. “Sharper in person.” “She never wears color,” another murmured. “Intimidating, isn’t it?” “She’s what happens when the daughter stops trying to please.” Camila tracked the glances Elise drew, the murmurs trailing her steps. She didn’t intervene. Let the men be intrigued. Let her burn bright — brilliance always flickers out faster.

Isabella After leaving Sofia who was already texting her roommate about dress shopping Isabella took a cab to the address Dante had texted her that morning. It wasn't his office. It was an upscale bridal salon on Fifth Avenue, the kind of place with a single dress in the window and no price tags because if you had to ask, you couldn't afford it. A woman in her forties with sleek black hair and a designer suit met Isabella at the door. "Ms. Romano? I'm Simone. Mr. Valentino sent me to assist with your wedding dress selection." "He... sent you?" "I'm his event coordinator. I've been handling the wedding preparations." Simone's smile was professional but warm. "We have two hours before your sec

She would let him walk into her trap. The next day, Eleanor walked toward the Valemont Industries boardroom. She wore a charcoal grey power suit, her hair pulled back in a severe, elegant knot. She entered the room. The long, polished table was already mostly full. Her father and Lucian were there with a silent, solid front. Damien was present, his expression was neutral. And opposite to Damien, radiating an aura of absolute control, was Simone Rothschild. “Eleanor, you’re punctual. That’s an admirable quality,” Simone said, but his welcome felt more like a judgment.

Throughout my mom’s explanation, I was perplexed by the whole connection. I know that instant that if I could discover the root of what happened between them twenty something years ago, I would decipher what happened to Smith. “What later happened to Collete?” I asked I saw the mood in the room turn sour. Maybe I asked the wrong question. Mr Stewart’s POV “That was our greatest regret. Collete was a Belgian-American. Her parents came from Belgium. She was very beautiful and tall, almost the same height as Melissa, but more beautiful and very smart.

Winnie did not care about her, and directly took the coffee from her hands and nibbled, "Is this young lady the Dr. Elisa that you often talk about?" "Yes.Do you think we are alike?" "Nope." "Will you die if we cooperate?" "How can she be like you when she's younger than you, cuter than you, gentler than you?" Winnie Moyun said indifferently. Britany Santos craftily said: "Are you tierd with your happy days, do you want to enter the flame war phase ahead of time?" Winnie Moyun held Britany Santos's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, then said to Elisa White: "Dr. Elisa, hello. I'm Winnie. Nice to meet you. "

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Cassandra Salvatore ~•~ My dress pooled at the bottom of my feet at his command, revealing my nude form, and as I made a move to remove my heels, Matteo's deep and commanding voice stopped me. "Leave the heels on." My face was a constant shade of red as they looked at me like I was their last meal. "What's your safe word, baby?" "Vanilla." I breathed out. "Good girl, go lay on the bed on your back."