Novels by Elise

One could hear in the bleak eerie hallways of the asylum the clattering of chains, as a man dragged it through the metallic floor. His black-and-white striped prisoner’s clothing had bloodstains on it. His pace was slow and wobbly because of the heavy chains attached to his legs and hands and bound skin rotting off along the rusting metal.“Sir, we brought him,” the guard said and looked keenly at the captive. He ducked his head, his lips drawn into a straight line, his eyes covered with his overgrown bangs so they could only see only the white portion of his eyes through it.“Good, bring him in.”The guard pushed open the interrogation room. A person inside could not see or listen to what was outside. The captive was silent the whole time, his eyes still down, looking at the guard’s legs as he followed and another guard closely stalking behind. In the middle of the dim room, there was a light bulb just above the wooden table, the only source of light in that entire room, with two cha

Their dilemma wasn’t over just yet. They had to gain the approval of one more person before their wedding ceremony, and that was Jonathan’s mother, Josephine.Alexandra insisted on building a better relationship with her upset mother-in-law. If Jonathan could impress her fearsome and bull-headed father, then she could coax Jonathan’s mother into accepting them too.Before their wedding takes place, she wanted everyone’s blessings. Including Josaphine’s and she would not shy away from appeasing Josaphine to gain her goodwill.***The place was the classic American home. A porch, a long veranda, high rooftops, and a yard that was big as a children’s park. It seemed like Josephine liked to keep the place uncomplicated and clean.Jonathan’s mother, according to his words, was the finest cook in the world. A woman who liked to do her own chores and leave them to the housekeeper. Who dressed simply, loved handling household affairs, and went to church religiously every single Sunday and pra

The soft silk sheets rustled as Alexandra stretched her arm to cuddle her husband. Her core was still sore from the slow-burning, passionate sex they had all night long. Letting out a groan, she buried her face into his neck which was specked with dark stubble. Oh, how she loved his beard. The rough texture was so satisfying to caress, and the feel of a stubbled cheek grazing her between her thighs was simply titillating.As she draped her long leg around his waist, a sharp, needle-like pain shot in her womb.She lifted the duvet and to her panic; she saw two blots of bloodstains on the sheets, mocking her. Her breath shriveled up in her throat and a malaise emerged in her womb.Swinging her legs to the floor, she rushed to the bathroom and removed her panties, and inserted her finger inside her, coating them with warm blood.“You will never be a mother.” The devil hissed, drawing out its forked tongue. “You will never get back what you’ve lost.”Her hand flew to her mouth to prevent

Sunrays poured through the tall windows of the church’s bridal suite, giving the white room a golden touch. The ladies were all busy tending to the bride’s wedding dress.Evangeline could barely breathe withch her bosom caged in the tight corset. “I will die.” She wheezed, holding on to the vanity table.“Oh, you won’t! I will see to it.” Catherine said, determined to make the dress fit. It seemed perfect when they tried it out in the bridal boutique.“I will become the first person to die for fashion.” Evan joked.Alexandra laughed, listening to this as she flipped a glossy page of a fashion magazine. She closed it and approached Evan to see what was going on with the dress.“I think it would be better if we pinned it first,” Alexandra suggested.“Pass me the pin, dear,” Catherine said, holding the edges of the corset tight.Alexandra skimmed through the small box of safety pins and passed it to her mother. Catherine pressed the ends of the corset securely and pinned them together. “

TRIGGER WARNING: The following chapter may be upsetting to some viewers. It contains violence and gore.***Blackness leaked into Gabriel’s subconscious like thick tar, impeding him from registering his surroundings for a few minutes. He blinked off the bleary vision and discovered himself in a bleak chamber, tied up in a metal chair with ropes that bit into his skin. The only source of light was the pale yellow lightbulb hanging above his head.He felt brainless, as one would get when drunk on spirit. He tried to recall where he was before ending up in this place. At the police station, the officers had locked him up for several days and questioned him for evidence. The trial was still ongoing, but an anonymous bailed him, giving the officers a hefty amount to free him. Gabriel didn’t know anyone who loved him so much to bail him out of jail, even after being aware of what evils he did. The moment he got out of the police station, a masked, who had bailed him asked to join him to me

The steel door shut before Anastasia with a rude screech and an ear-splitting rhythm of metal against metal, resounding around the cell walls and into her ears like pinballs. Anastasia gripped the metal bars and squeezed herself against it. “How long will I be here?” She asked.“Until someone comes in here and bails you.” The forty-something-year-old blonde officer sneered.She had confessed all of her crimes to the police this morning and stupidly thought they would let her go home. Home? Where will she go? Mama didn’t want her anymore. Papa will soon be prosecuted for all the crimes he had done in his lifetime.Kameron probably didn’t want her anymore, since their marriage was incomplete. Silvano was her only way out of here. She hoped he would come and free her.If he still loved her.“You smell like periods.”It was then Anastasia realized she wasn’t alone. A brunette prostitute, who was past her prime, hunched in the corner on the bench, covering her knees around her arms. She wr

After the long drive from the restaurant, they arrived at Angela's house. Bethany began marvelling at the modest penthouse. Angela guided her to the guest room, so she and Adrain could freshen up and have a change of clothing.Both mother and son stepped down in their PJs and reclined on the couch while Angela poured them some freshly squeezed orange juice."Nice house Angela," Bethany commented while sipping the sweet juice."Thanks, I bought this five years ago glad it's not too shabby for you."Bethany laughed. She lived in a much grander penthouse in Dubai, she had a similar house in Italy and Paris too but she sold it since she won't be living there very often. There wasn't much liveliness in those houses anyway.As a woman of luxury, she loved spending money to indulge herself. Many people thought of her as a selfish and ignorant mother for that. People forced her to believe that about her. Sometimes she feels guilty for pri

Finished him off?! Did he kill Liam last night?! Angela knew Lucifer was competent to do such things. Otherwise, why would he have to carry around a gun all the time!? "What do you mean exactly?!" Angela almost shouted at him. She pushed herself to lower her tone. "You can look at the news to see what I mean." Lucifer cooly answered. Angela opened the news and surfed through the headline as soon as she could. Her eyes widened at the particular news that had Liam's picture on it. 'CEO of the Williams group detained by the FBI after being accused of laundering Mafia money with diamonds.' "So you are behind all of this?!" So that is why her father had asked her where she was last night. He must be worried if I was caught up with Liam. No... he must have thought it would ruin his precious reputation if that was the case. "That's what I said. Liam is persistent to pursue you to get your father's backing so he could save his sh

Anglea ascended out of the car, still feeling crappy from the short ride that seemed like a lifetime. Andrew greeted her goodbye in the same manner he behaves to his boss.If his boss took a liking to this woman, then he had no reason to be disrespectful. He then sped off the car back to the Mansion.Her white Audi parked near the gates immediately grasped her attention. Since it wasn't parked inside the gates, she could easily retrieve it without worrying about the security.Angela searched her keys inside the purse, giving out frenzy noises as the items collided and stirred together. She managed to pull out her entangled car key and was about to open the car.She heard footsteps approaching outside the gates. Mr Rogan accompanied his second wife approaching her. She must have failed to notice that they had seen her arrive.Her Stepmother Patricia Rogan was wearing a custom made Emerald green dress that showed off her long slende

Angela slapped her face with a handful of faucet water. The docile peachy fragrance of the soap given off from her fresh face. Droplets of glassy water dappled on her smooth rosy tan skin.Her makeup had completely worn out and she didn't feel like her face being weighed by chemicals nor the morning hangover.She dabbed her face using the clean white facecloth hung beside the basin. She had also washed her mouth with toothpaste mixed with water, churning in her mouth like the blender in her kitchen. At least the morning breath was gone.Earlier, she checked her phone to discover the dozen missed calls and text messages from Mr Rogan. The texts were nothing but a long line of 'bad words.'He was 'asking' where she had disappeared and that her car was still there outside their gates. She did not even bother to reply and left him on seen ever so brazenly.Mr Rogan did not care where had gone, he wanted to know if she had caught herse

Angela woke up from the deep undisturbed slumber. Her skin brushed softly against the plush duvets, it was so delicate as if she was cuddling with the clouds.Her head grew heavy when she got up to survey her surroundings. She closed her eyes once again and massaged her forehead, and relieved the pain stinging her skull.When she opened her eyes again she noticed that she was in a completely different room. The spacious room seems to be a whole apartment by itself. The entire chamber was a blend between ash-grey and slate-white.The very first thing that landed in front of her eyes is the 50-inch 4k television attached to a glass wall.She gulped and browsed through her body to check if her clothes were still there, and thankfully she was wearing the same blue dress she wore the last night.She tried to recall the events that took place last night. The last thing that came into her was Lucifer's worried face staring down at her an

A few minutes ago. "See, there she is. All she has to do is drink the juice and you can have your way with her," A woman susurrated cautiously. She made sure no one was there to eavesdrop on their conversation. The smirk on Liam's lips grew wickedly at the thought. "Take care of my wife until then," Said Liam, hinting at the lovely woman not far away. She was busy conversing with her friends, utterly oblivious of her husband's vile plans. "You don't need to worry at all," Said the woman. "I want her to lose her reputation tonight." She shot a loathful glare at Angela. Angela looked so careless and carefree that it vexed her to the bone. Liam is already planning on divorcing his second wife to remarry Angela. Even if Angela had cut ties with her father, the fact that she is the Daughter of Arnold Rogan couldn't be denied on the papers. Even if Liam is twelve years older than her, that won't hinder their marriage