Books By Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

"You know most of the relevant disasters of my life at this point. It seems fair." He was quiet for a moment, looking at the pressed flower she was still holding. Then he looked at the shelves, at the books lined up so tightly they pressed against each other, decades of his mother's habit preserved between spines. "Her name was Elara," he said. "She read everything she could get her hands on. History, science, natural history — clearly." He nodded at the book in Giselle's lap. "Poetry. Political theory. She used to say a king who only reads strategy manuals is a king who doesn't understand the people he governs." A pause. "She was usually right about most things."

I'd like her to scream, I'd like her to revolt, I'd like her to be a warrior like Elle and swear revenge, but Kaleigh isn't like that. She is sweet, she is delicate, evil is not in her vocabulary. She is sassy and when something doesn't suit her, she makes that funny duckface with whom she has delighted our eyes since she was born and immediately we offer her everything she wants. I don't know how long we hugged her like that but after a lot of minutes I felt her calm down. "She's sleeping," Elle says. "Let's go home and we'll talk later." "We'll talk later," I tell her , and I look at Kenneth and Kellan and then at Jason.

The archives smelled of smoke. Not the cozy kind from the hearth, but the acrid, chemical stench of magic—faint, but enough to make Elara’s scar tingle. She’d spent three days buried in Eleanor’s journals, and still, the words “the fire comes next” burned in her mind like a brand. Ellie sat at her feet, sorting through a pile of leather-bound books, her tiny fingers tracing the sigils on their covers. Every so often, she’d pause, tilt her head as if listening to a secret, and tuck a book aside.

When she didn’t, he simply and said, “Elly.” Elaine startled and looked up. “Oh, Liam!” she said, relaxing as she stood up. “You’re here. I didn’t see you come in.” “You’ve got your nose buried in all these books on your vacation,” Liam noted. “Did you have an episode?” “No,” Elaine said, closing the book in front of her. “Just looking for answers.” “Did you find any?” “No.” Liam hummed thoughtfully, picking up the book she’d just closed. It was about terminal illnesses. A textbook, from the looks of it. “I haven’t seen you have any episodes lately.”

The draw of books was too great, and despite knowing their time was limited, they continued to walk through, gazing lovingly at the bound tomes. "Amanda! It's a first edition!" Ellie had pulled a book from the shelf and was showing it to Amanda. It was a first edition Wuthering Heights manuscript. Amanda gasped as she walked up to Ellie and stared lovingly at the leather-bound pages. Ellie was practically drooling when Jake came up next to her. "Find something you like?" he asked cheerfully. "Shhhh!" Ellie hushed him. "Is there a reason we're whispering?" Jake said quietly as he looked at the book in Ellie's hands.

She looks towards the familiar face. Elora is dressed in a light yellow maxi till her knees. "What has got you so lost, Muffin?" "Nothing," saying, she puts her book on the bed and gives all attention to her stepmother. "Let me see what my cute little muffin reads," she picks up the book. Her eyes start twitching reading the texts in the book. She turns it to see its cover. Evolution by Douglas J, says the title. "You've just finished college...take a chill dear," Elora says in a sweet voice.

She urged Taylor who looked like she wasn't ready to speak, a giant frown on her face. She looked up at me as if waiting for a go-ahead and with a nod from me, she replied in a cold voice. "Taylor." Mrs. Kennedy went silent for a while, she must've recognized her as Linda's daughter. "Oh, great, you girls have fun. There are a lot of fun books you'd want to read, go check them out!" Marilee scurried away before she finished speaking, looking through the children's sections for any book that catches her interest.

“Did you like it? I mean, were you okay with it?” “It felt powerful,” she confesses. “I never knew my touch could cause such a reaction.” “You have unlimited power over your husband, if you choose to use it,” I assure. Jokingly, I state, “I have other books she should read.” “Uh-huh.” Kennedy shakes her head vigorously left-to-right. “No more of your filthy books.” Suddenly, her face scrunches and her smile evaporates. “Why did you buy the book in the first place?”

And I knew Elle wouldn't like wherever and whatever that club was either. Elle was not the party type of girl. She was more of a bookworm and a homebody. She loved the comfort of her own home, of her own space, of her own peace. She doesn't like crowded and noisy places. She doesn't even smoke and doesn't drink that often, only when it is something that she really needs to do. So why? Why was she so eager to go with Kento? Did changing her behavior and attitude mean changing her lifestyle too?

Leo said. "Yes," she admitted. "I came here on purpose." He looked at her through the gate bars. "Why?" She reached into her bag and pulled something out. She held it up. It was a book, thick, dark green cover, gold lettering. Advanced Business Strategy and Market Development. Leo's eyes went to it immediately before he could stop himself, the title alone reaching into some part of his brain and grabbing it. "My dad had two copies," Elena said. "He won't miss one. I thought…" She looked at him carefully. "I thought you might want it. Based on what you were writing in your notebook."