Elle James Books Novels & Stories

And then the heartbreak when they realized she didn’t lover them enough, locked in that freefall from her hands to the box. Why am I such a fucking dumbass? Ellie moved so freely and carelessly, acting as judge, jury, and executioner to her collection. Almost as if the books couldn’t feel anything. I wanted so badly to open my mouth. To ask her what made her reject everything she dropped. How she decided every meticulous detail in her room. And there was meticulous detail. I saw it in the methodical way she kept her nightstand, her closet, her bathroom. How she walked even. Did this kind of madness settle in when someone got locked away with another person for days on end? Had I lost my mind

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick book, tossing it onto the table between us with casual indifference, “Here, since you’re stuck here for your little vacation anyway, might as well make good use of the time, maybe learn something that doesn’t involve asking questions that could get you killed.” I looked down at the book, recognizing it as some kind of crime novel, then back up at Elias with irritation, “I’m not on vacation, I’m being held here against my will.” “Potato, pothato," he said with that infuriating smirk of his, “either way, you’ve got time to kill and nothing better to do with it, so try not to drive yourself crazy overthinking everything.” Before I could respond

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

“Kael is an Alpha, and we’ve heard the rumours. The white hair.” I swallow thickly. “What are you saying, Esme?” “I’m saying he needs his hair to remain white, Eira. And yours too.” With a sigh, she walks over to one of her cupboards and returns with a thick brown leather book, strings of twine wrapped around it. When she slaps and blows on it, I choke on the dust, my eyes watering. I look over at Kael who fell asleep after playing with Asha and Hana. “From all you’ve told me, you said you never experienced the things he’s experiencing. But that’s because your hair wasn’t tampered with.” She opens the book and a roach crawls out.

Yes, my head was starting to hurt too. “Can you read through the essay?” Evangeline tore me from my nonsensical thoughts. With her big brown eyes and reddish hair she always reminded me of a collie. The narrow, slightly too pointed face also matched it. I looked down at her writing. "You mean the essay that was due today in the first lesson?"

"I have not looked inside. James said it was for you to see first.. Knowing James it is not something small." Eleanor opened the journal and the old pages smelled of musty. The first few pages were written in James's handwriting talking about normal lawyer things, like client names and dates.. As she kept reading she saw that someone else had written in the journal too. The writing was messy and fast like the person was in a hurry.

"Thank you. So… about the book?" Jack handed me the smaller version. I flipped through its pages, and what I saw made my breath catch. This is my story. This is me. The book… it was my diary. Rewritten. But how? Everything that happened here was exactly what had happened back then. "Who wrote this book?" I asked, my voice low. "Some say she wrote it herself," Jack said. "Some say a human named Elias did. Others believe… it wrote itself." "Wow… so why did it stop? Why isn’t it finished?"

They didn’t teach me everything they know to turn into this teenage-like version of myself. Elijah turned to face me. His eyes were back into their gray hues. I swear my mind is messing up with me. “Red or white?” I raised a bottle of Pinot noir and Chardonnay. “Red,” he set the book in his hand back on the shelf. Of all the books he’d scrutinize, he chose the one written by E.L. James. I should’ve hidden those in my room. ‘God. How much more embarrassment is waiting for me tonight?’

He was a real man, after all, with more visceral emotions than she had ever felt. In the fateful garden, neither of them spoke before he disappeared. Even worse than all of that was how much she just wanted to see him again. If his arms found her again, she would never allow them to open again. He was warm and reassuring. The knowledge that they were under the same sky only helped her raw longing so much. She chuckled as she remembered the book her teacher had suggested for her last book report, Stolen by Lucy Christopher. It was about something called Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe that was what was wrong with Elle, she wondered musingly.

" You mean James Alley? 'The James Alley' is actually a female writer?" Lukas emphasize the gender of the name. He was shocked when he learned that his favorite author is actually a woman. James Alley was recommended to him by one of his friend. He started reading the book and got caught up with her plots and storytelling style. It keeps his mind from dripting to that someone who he had done wrong and left him without hearing his side. "Yes she is leaving around here and noticed, if you are reading her books most of her background scenes are inspired by the veiws around here." Dexter added.