Alexis Ellison Novels & Stories

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

Elle is shifting in her seat. She picks up a tissue from the table and dabs her eye. Sitting across her is a sharp eyed woman in her forties with bright blonde hair and horn rimmed glasses. They’re at a cafe uptown and are seated at a private parlor within. The woman’s name is Alexandra Knowles, one of the most ruthless journalists in the country. With a reputation to fish out gossip from almost anything, Alexandra is feared among the elites. If there isn’t any story, she’ll make one up but she must always get the latest gossip.

He knew that his reputation was down the drain at the moment and he had thought that it will take at least months for people to get convinced, but looking a the report in his hands, he felt like crying. "You are a true alpha. Your merits outweigh your demerits. Not everyone is blind as not to see the greatness in you. Those who want to fool around like Kelly and Matthew, let them. You know you can't save everyone even if you had the power. Some people will still choose the road to feel even if the one leading to heaven is right before their eyes." Eliphas said, sounding like a wise old man who had lived for a thousand years. "It is all thanks to you guys. If not for your encouragement, I wou

The villagers, bless their kind hearts, took her in, but life was hard, food scarce. Then, came Annalise. A beacon of light in her otherwise bleak existence. Annalise, who had shared her food, her stories, and most importantly, a newfound hope. Elara’s voice trembled as she spoke of Annalise’s dream of escaping to a faraway land, a land filled with endless pastries and endless kindness. And then, Spencer. The fear that clouded Elara’s voice as she described the cold fury in his eyes, the way he dragged Annalise away, sent a shiver down my spine.

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

Hope returned. As Elara entered the lobby, her phone vibrated relentlessly. Dozens of missed calls. Hundreds of text messages. Thousands of social media notifications. Margaret Ellis glanced at the screen and smiled. "I think you've just become the most talked-about woman in America." Elara sighed. "I preferred balancing spreadsheets." Lucien chuckled. "Too late for that." She nudged his arm lightly. "I blame you." "I'll accept partial responsibility." Their eyes met. For a heartbeat, the chaos around them faded.

“Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.” “Alex, then.” “Probably. I’ll send someone to monitor the Grey Keep. He could make things difficult for us.” The thread of light that Liana gave Blake wraps around his soul and pulses inside him. He shifts on the stone, stretching one of his legs and arching his back slightly. Jack frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel her.” Jack’s nostrils flare, then he chuckles. “Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...”

“And you have nothing about any of them?” “She doubts every word that is said. She looks around and listens when no one is watching, to the things that others tend to ignore.” Her breathing quickened. “And Elias… he’s good, Alpha. Sharp. He’s protective of Valerie, suspicious of everyone. I tried to get close, but…” “But you failed,” I finished for her, leaning closer until my voice dropped to a growl. “You’ve always been good at words, Ms. Lewis. Not so much at delivery. And I am now tired of that bullshit.”