Book About Ella Fitzgerald Novels & Stories

When they were alone again, Fallon locked the door. Looked at her best friend. "Gurlll. Don't tell me you think it was your book character?" Elara didn't reply. She didn't need to. Fallon whispered voice soft with a cocktail of fear and fascination, "Girl, don't tell me…." **** Midnight. Elara sat at her desk. Laptop open. The manuscript glowing on her screen. Her fingers hovered over her keys. Then she heard it. The faintest whisper through the screen.

No nonsense not our dear womanizer. Eleanor ate her breakfast, then went to the balcony to read a little, it was a book about the empire's history. She wanted to learn about what she didn't know since the book at Elheim were all outdated. As she was reading she thought about Elheim 'I miss Elheim, even though there was some sad moment. Still I had a lot of good moment too with Eli, and Elheim was a peaceful and great place. Apart from how everyone aside from Eli thought that I was weird...you know Eli, even here they think that I am weird, so I must be cautious all the time...' Her face became sad and she uttered what she thought out loud without being aware,

Fiona rolled her eyes as she took a seat by the sparkling blue pool. “Now, we’ve been searching for that bitch Ella for five long months now, but no one can find her. How the fuck did she disappear from jail and none of the guards I put inside to work for me are giving me any good information? And her friend Maya, where had she gone to as well?” Jake asked. “I always knew Ella was a trained assassin or a spy. How else do you explain a pregnant woman jumping the fence of a prison gate?” Jim chuckled. He was always the “I don’t give a fuck type of guy,” always free with his words.

Elara ------- She wrote for four hours in the library. The door closed. The city outside. Just her and the documents and the truth that was messier and more human than the one she had originally come here to tell. She had come here for a clean story. Hero and villain. System and resistance. A man who had done wrong and deserved exposure. She had been carrying that shape for three years and she had walked into this building ready to fill it. What she had instead was this:

Ella wrapped her arms around him, and Rome pulled her into her lap, kissing her and reminding her exactly why she’d chosen to be with this man forever. “Ready for that grilled cheese?” Rome asked her, his stomach rumbling. “I’m ready.” Ella hopped up, confident that the plan she’d begun was off to a good start and her company would be successful. As they walked down the hallway toward the stairs, her eyes fell on the pull to the attic. She still hadn’t told him about the secrets she’d found, but she would, as soon as she got a chance. She’d also continue her search for F. Ward. The woman had to be out there somewhere, and Ella was determined to find her.

Stopping mid-stairwell, her mother called out with concern, “Where are your clothes? Why were you out naked? How did you get so filthy!” “I’ll be down in a minute!” Eliza impatiently shouted as she rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. It was a logical question for her mother to ask, and understandable for her to be concerned, but it still irritated Eliza. The only child of Viviane and Arthur Eaglesworth, she’d grown up feeling stifled by her mother’s attention and excessive affections. After experiencing the freedom of single life in the city, she’d had her doubts about moving back in with them a few months earlier, but the work and financial setbacks that she’d experienc

One word after twelve months of silence. Mate. And honestly? Fate picked well. Fate picked the perfect person for me. Because Ella is beautiful. I noticed it right away. The way her body curves. Her back side. Her front. Everything about her is attractive. I don't understand why people at this school treat her the way they do. The girls especially. They look at her like she's something to hate. But it's not because she's ugly. It's because they're jealous.

Bella (frowning): “What are you doing?” Elena (running a finger along the spines): “Looking for Jason Reed’s real story.” Bella: “They’re just books.” Elena (smirking): “Jason Reed doesn’t do just books. When I handled his divorce settlements—before you, don’t give me that look—his study looked like a crime scene of research and obsession. He doesn’t leave things this tidy. These books are aligned like soldiers on parade.” Bella (walking closer, uneasy): “You think he’s hiding something here?”

Ellie wore grief like perfume — invisible but suffocating, sharp, bitter, lingering. Lena kept the house moving. Kazuo helped keep the books straight. Thomas had returned from overseas bruised but alive and now ran the security detail like a war general. And Ellie? Ellie ran everything else. She signed the deals, she handled the pickups, she issued the hits. She smiled at clients and shot liars in the kneecaps but behind closed doors? She broke over and over again. Once, Lena found her in Amy’s closet, curled up inside one of her long trench coats, inhaling the fabric like it might bring her back. Another time, Thomas walked in on her sitting at Amy’s desk,

“I’ll make breakfast—” Before she could move, Liam pulled her back against him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “Stay. Just a little longer.” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, settling back into his embrace. Meanwhile, Ella sat in the cold, gray walls of the holding cell, staring blankly at the ceiling. The adrenaline had worn off, and reality was settling in. Her life had never been easy. She had left her small rural town at sixteen, moving to the city with her siblings in search of work. With no education, the only jobs available to her were cleaning, washing dishes—whatever she could find to make ends meet.