LOGINEmilie Roze gets tangled up in the dark side of luxury life. Becoming a young elitist is not easy when one of her friends is a sweet psycho. And life even gets worse when she almost falls in love with the handsome man who rapes her. The chaos happens when the taste of champagne turns bitter and fiery. The poison kills one of The Elite. It’s the social group established by the eight rich kids in Manhattan, including Emilie. But there is only one murderer. One lies. And all that it takes just one explosion to uncover the truth.
View MoreHello, readers, thank you for reading Dead Elite! I well appreciated it.I am no longer posting new chapters here, because Dead Elite is officially moved on DREAME.If you are still interested to read further, please check it out on Dreame publisher, either on the site or the app. Just type the title "Dead Elite" on the search box.I have my reason of why I should move Dead Elite from GoodNovel, but I don't know about my other new books yet. My reason is that simple, I am just tired of my editor encouraging me for the never-ending revision, and only to get rejected again. I have waited for almost a month here. No offense please, lol.And I feel whenever I edited the story, the more it got plain and boring. This book turned to be what the editor wanted, not what I wanted, as the author. This book is mine, the plot should be what I intended, not what the editor wanted it to be shaped.I know that my editor, River Sorenson wa
Sunday, 04 March 2018.Manhattan Upper East Side, New York City.Emilie always starts her morning routine with drinking a hot coffee late, while reading random daily news on her smartphone.
Saturday, 03 March 2018.Almost midnight, at the party house, Manhattan Upper East Side.Emilie feels tired already. And the loud music plays in the fifth floor really makes her head spinning. She wants to go home soon. Even both of her long legs already feel weary when wa
Saturday, 03 March 2018, today.Manhattan Upper East Side, New York City.Emilie Roze just arrives early in front of her best friend’s apartment. She waits alone at the porch, while her brown eyes keep looking back and forth at the walkers on the pavement road.