Tangled By Simone Elise Novels & Stories

"Mr. Moretti doesn't do anything by halves, ma'am." One of the women, auburn hair wearing all black, approached with a tablet in hand. "I'm Simone. I'll be styling you this evening. Before we begin, I need to ask..." She glanced at the others, then back at me with a strange intensity. "Are you aware of what kind of event this is?" The way she asked made my skin prickle. "A dinner party?" I said slowly. Simone and Tate exchanged a look I couldn't read but it told me that Dante didn't tell me everything I needed to know.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

I added, turning my gaze away from him and focusing it on the car which just drove into the mansion. It looked a lot like one of Greys. I was right. Grey came out from the car, dressed in an all shiny silver suit. He walked to the other side of the car and opened the door. My eyes tore through the night to see who it was. Not like u expected anyone else. Elena. She took his hand and came out of the car, weaying a shade of silver which almost clicked with that of Grey. They locked their hands together and made their way to the mansion. It sent a shiver down my spine and I felt my stomach twist in a funny manner.

Simone, unconvinced that Lucian’s breakup with Eleanor was genuine, had seen it as a lingering threat. “An attachment like that is a liability,” Simone had said, his voice cold. “You will prove your loyalty. You will cut the final thread.” Simone had slid a velvet box across the desk. Inside was the ring. “Marry Jane Thorne. She is ambitious and useful.”

Her cheerful voice echoed as she eyed the jumping animal in the cage who tried to break the iron barriers and she knew she would as soon as she gets a drop of blood of her victim. "Meet Jonas and Tisca, my once again appointed assistant and manager," Simone introduced giving a look to Shane that said she was doing what he thought she would never do. The couple jumped on the target yacht and walked with style towards Shane and Shanzy who glared at them. Their animosity wasn't new but years old. The four were once co-assistant and co-managers, but the day Jonas and Tisca had a brawl with Shane and Shanzy, Simone banished them from the group like they never existed. The history knocked again, a

She's so serious about this, it kinda makes me feel less shitty about putting her in the middle of all this. "Do you have like a dating manual or something?" I ask because I think she does. "No, babe, I just read too many fucking books." She heaves a laugh, I smile at that. "Heyy, guys." Sandra stands over us in a tight green dress, her brown hair in a ponytail. Neither of us respond, we just stare up at her, waiting for her to say something else but she keeps waiting for us to respond. "Hey..." Cass trails, like she can't seem to remember Sandra's name.

“Simone, are you alright?” Dustin gently pressed a warm cloth to Simone’s face and asked in concern. Simone looked at him with tenderness. “I’m fine. You should check on Miss Elisa…” she whispered as she looked at Elisa. Elisa had been slapped twice, and both her cheeks were swollen. She was in far worse shape than her. “She’s just an outsider. Why should I bother about her? I might go as far as to say that the slap wasn’t nearly hard enough,” said Dustin coldly.

I look at it with a raised brow. " What is this?" I ask and Lance motions for me to open it. I pull the bow shaped top of the box and lift the lid. Inside, I see a beautiful black corset and lace panties. My mouth drops as I pick it up,holding it high enough for me to examine. " You want me to wear this?" I ask and Lance nods. " Yes." He answers, his voice low. I blush, feeling shy. " But..." " No buts Kara. Go put it on, for us." He orders. His deep baritone voice makes my insides coil.

’ Simone questions in her mind. “You have options. I know he is engaged to Leona Sim…” “He is married to Leona Simmons. Or should I say he is married to me. It’s a long and complicated story; one I will be sharing with the public soon” Simone states, cutting the doctor’s sentence off as the fear and rage start to manifest in her body. “Now, can you please fix my shoulder?”