Books By Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

They spent three hours in the library. Ellie in the reading room — the fourteen-degree chair, which she settled into in the way she settled into things that were right, the body finding the position without the mind directing the finding. She had brought a book: a large-format architecture monograph that Owen had given her for her birthday, the kind of book that was too expensive for a nine-year-old and exactly correct for a nine-year-old becoming the thing she was becoming. She read for forty minutes.

"And a clutch. Something simple." She nodded. She led me to the back room. She pulled out three pairs of shoes. Three clutches. I chose the simplest. Black heels. Black clutch. Nothing that would compete with the dress. "This is for the gala," Elise said. It wasn't a question. "Yes." "With Adrian Kane." "Yes." She paused. She looked at me. "I read about you," she said. "In the papers. The articles. About your mother. About Julian Ashford." I didn't respond.

"What?" "Nothing you should be worried about," I said softly, walking into the library to join the others who were already in. Elle was already at the library lectern, her hands on it. "I need something related to Princess Ivy, daughter of Queen Rida Red." She shrugged and stepped back. The catalogue glowed, and a small violet and grey book descended from the sets of flying books and floated in front of me. "It worked," I said, trying to reach out for it. The moment my fingers graced it, it electrocuted me. I flinched back, falling into Ace's waiting arms. "Great, another problem."

Elle didn’t want to hear her mother’s upbeat tone as she tried to hide her lamenting misery. Instead, she busily texted with Tara about the latest gossip in school even though Elle struggled to be interested. She spent hours buried in her textbooks. Lastly, the chores around the castle filled the rest of her time. As Elle headed down the stairs from her apartment with her laundry in her hands, the front door to the castle flew suddenly open. Her heart stopped in her chest. Her ragged breathing came in short gasps as she watched Doctor Cayden shut it. The wind whipped around the foyer for a moment before the door shut.

I can barely remember the details of each day except for the unexpected occurrences like Jacob's sudden giggles; His sneezes and blabberings or Elle's rant about our son's poop smelling like it's some milk that has been stocked in the fridge since the '80s 'til now. "Gabriel." I am momentarily distracted off my thoughts as I looked down at Elle; she was wearing a knee-length green dress that makes her eyes appear more vivid as they were before. The top of her dress cups her breast making them appear fuller and her figure is accentuated by the silver lines on the waist, doing unimaginable things down my nether regions. I was brought back to the present when I felt her pulling me inside the li