Downfall Ellie Sanders Novels & Stories

daughter challenging and humiliating him publicly. And the realization of what that means to him makes his breathing grow more harsher. “Elara,” he says dangerously, “you are making a mistake.” I stare at him for a long moment before answering. “No.” Then I pick up the report from the table slowly. “You did.” And this time, when I walk out of the room, nobody looks at me. They’re all staring at him instead, noting down the downfall of the great Jonathan Ellis.

The police laid out the whole sordid story. After their blowout, Effie and Kevin reconciled when he groveled. But the firm was crumbling. Mismanagement bled cash, and a wave of attorney resignations gutted its core. That botched case from before snowballed, dragging the firm's name deeper into the mud. Effie, drowning in stress, looked haggard every day. That was when Kevin showed his true colors, betraying her, too.

“You didn’t just burn the house down, love. You rebuilt a palace on the ashes.” And me? I sipped my champagne slowly. Let the bubbles fizz on my tongue. Watched the sunset over the city that once called me a nobody. “Cheers,” I said softly. “To every girl they underestimated.” And just like that—my silence became their chaos. My smile, their undoing. And my name? Now etched in gold. ***** Next was the Raven Anderson downfall. It started like a whisper. A quiet tremor in the finance pages. Then a landslide.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

I said. "I see why Evan is acting like an ass because having someone you love get taken away destroys you. She is gone, and I don't know if we can get her back." Ellie buried her head in my chest. That’s when I told her everyone would be safe soon. We needed hope. “You are right, I need to start doing things my way, and that's what will happen. You with me?" "Let's get this bastard," she stated. ~ Ellie~

“I will die of noble death.” You will die of foolishness, I stayed inside my head. “It’s fine if you come here, Eric,” Alpha Hugh interjected. His face was unreadable. “But you are only allowed to do so if Maddox and I are here.” “Then, can I have your number at least, Autumn? Let’s contact each other. What’s your social media account, by the way?” “I don’t have any social media accounts, Eric. And my phone…it suddenly stopped working. I will buy one first.”

ZANE AND ELLIE'S STORY ELLIE Eight months ago… “Oh God… this can’t be real. Not my sweet Chloe,” Ellie Winters whispered urgently to herself. She was alone in the doctor’s office where she worked, so nobody heard the fear in her rough voice. She was shaking from the shocking videos she had just seen on James’s laptop, completely by accident while searching for a file her boss had asked her to print.

He treated it like currency, like a weapon. And she had given him everything. Until the night she learned the truth. Elara closed her eyes, the memory crashing into her mind with brutal force. Her father… Her gentle, loyal, devoted father had not died of “unexpected cardiac failure” as Damien once claimed. He had been ruined. Financially, Publicly and Systematically. Destroyed by the very man she married. Damien Hale. The man she once loved so quietly, so fiercely, that it hollowed her from the inside.

Then what was the point of all my years of hard work? I looked down at Jasper. “If I’m not mistaken, your power scales with your number of fans, right? “How does it feel now?” Blood streamed from Jasper’s nose. Yet no one dared accuse me of violence. As Grayson released all the evidence, the strange power clinging to Jasper’s unconscious body turned into black smoke, wailing as it dissipated into the air. The three “site under maintenance” screenshots I had posted online reverted to their original state, clearing my name. Even more bizarre was that in broad daylight, Jasper’s race car, sitting in the middle of the track, vanished into thin air.

he remarked. With a broken spirit, Ellie spoke out, "Please, please! I didn't mean to do it, let me go and I promise never to speak of it ever again," she begged desperately, catarrh flowing down her nose, "Too late girl, you'd been warned before but decided to play smart. Such a pity that a beautiful face would go to waste," he said mockingly, his eyes ablaze and without pity. In that moment, Ellie felt despair, without help and totally doomed, there was no way she'd be able to get out of this. Her death had been certified, she'd dug her own grave by snooping around their business. Now she was to bear the repercussions alone.