Book About Ella Fitzgerald Novels & Stories

Patrick Ray wheeled his bag down the stairs and into the lobby with Stella in tow. They kissed their daughter goodbye and Ella promised them she would be back in three weeks. She knew she needed to complete the year at Palm beach and get her life in order. Her father's money had gotten her a lot of privileges but she wanted to be her own person. "By the way Ella. I forgot to tell you." "Tell me what?" Ella asked her father. "That they short story that you wrote. The one I read to you last night? It's been published in the most popular short story book that will be released in a month's time. They have asked me if I could get you to write another piece." Patrick said excitedly.

he replied calmly. Lily gasped dramatically. “See? This is emotional abuse.” Fiona laughed softly while Victoria shook her head fondly. Everything returned to normal. Still— something uncomfortable lingered quietly inside Lily afterward. Because Charlie never used to ask about Elara before. Is he changing? Or he is knowing more than what he should have? *** Upstairs, Elara sat quietly near her bedroom window in a simple floral dress with a book open across her lap. Her curls were dancing in the wind.

I was a ghost with no name, no money, and a face that felt foreign to the touch. I worked odd jobs under the table while taking online courses. I barely ate. I barely slept. I invested every cent I earned into the stock market, using the aggressive, high-risk strategies I was too scared to use when I was the "good" Elara. I wasn't good anymore. Elara Vance—the sweet, trusting heiress who wanted to save broken men—died in the flames of that warehouse. The woman who rose from the ashes was something else entirely. Three years passed.

“I’m glad we are on the same page, Ms. Fitzgerald.” “Please, it’s Zara. Fitzgerald makes me sound as old as my Father. What now?” “Go to the car and wait for me, I will drive you home myself. But before you go Ms. Fitz- Zara. Before you go, Zara, what did you mean when you told Elara that you perceived some rose scent?” Zara’s brows furrowed as she shook her head slightly. “I did?” “Yes. At the dining table you asked her if she bathed with a jasmine or rose scented soap.”

Ella sat on the other side of the table, a defeated sigh escaping her lips as she grabbed the book from her. "We have read this book many times, Vera." "I still love it. And I love it when you read to me." How could she refuse? She was the most adorable child even though she can be annoying sometimes. But she couldn't blame her. The poor girl lost her mother when she was a baby and barely got attention from her father who buries himself in work all the time. "Fine." "Yay!"

Still she felt dumb, how she didn't notice the first time. She was naive, a lost little orphan out of the system. She remembered the first time she met Ethan Cade and Sienna. It was in college. Everyone basically ignored her existence and went on with their lives. But Sienna though? She was the first to approach her with some kind of huge smile and warmness she sought. Elara was a recluse, she didn't have any friends, it never quite phased her—not really—she didn't crave for companionship until they came into her life.

“Kyla? It’s late, sweetheart. What are you doing up?” Kyla hesitated for a moment, then closed the door behind her and walked closer. “It’s about Ella.” Elara frowned slightly, leaning back in her chair. “What about her?” “She was in Jordan’s study earlier.” That got Elara’s attention immediately. Her spine straightened, the warmth in her expression replaced with quiet alertness. “In the study? Doing what?” Kyla bit her lip. “She said she was looking for a book. But, she was going through the drawers. She looked scared when I walked in.”

"I'm no longer interested of Ethan... I could never capture his heart no matter what strategy I tried... all I want is to get my freedom back and start a new life with my mother..." Ella mumbled her words in such a low and gentle tone that almost made Izzabelle's heart melt but... she hesitated because the fact was... "Are you sure about this choice of yours Miss Winchester?" "I'm pretty sure about this..." Izzabelle put the portfolio on the middle of the coffee table and gestured her hand towards it. "I think you should see this files first then let's talk about your real choice, what do you think?" "What's this?" Ella was curious about the contents of the envelope that was handed to her. S

Gatlin asked as he changed his shoes “in living hall” Gatlin goes in and saw a girl in a big glasses on her beautiful eyes reading a big and fat book, her glasses is wide and with black fame but still failed to hide her beauty, her long hair tied in a bun but some broken hair still lingering on her white and beautiful face. Her beauty is in line with Keller but she is very low profile as her dress and living style is very simple like some villager. Ella was so involved in her book that she didn’t notice that Gatlin is sitting in front of her till she heard his vice “Ella?” Gatlin knows if he didn’t disturb her, she will never feel his presence.