Ellen Foster Novel Novels & Stories

The sight of his sleek, striped sides, the grace of his movements, gave her pleasure--as did the beautiful, even, glossy furrows of the ploughed fields beyond the lane, and the first faint white star in the crystal-green sky. The wind of the autumn night was blowing trumpets of fairyland on the hills; and over in Lofty John's bush was laughter--like the laughter of fauns. Ilse and Perry and Teddy were waiting there for her--they had made a tryst for a twilight romp. She would go to them--presently--not yet. She was so full of rapture that she must write it out before she went back from her world of dreams to the world of reality. Once she would have poured it into a letter to her father. She

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.

"My daughter... Elle... did you make her too?" The Author’s smile widened. "She was my favorite twist. A child born of two different codes. She’s the bridge to the next world, Hazel. And now, I’m going to use her to write a brand new story. One where I am the king." "No!" I heard a roar from the street. A massive silver wolf crashed through the shop's front window. It was Logan Frost. He was covered in blood, his fur matted and torn, but his yellow eyes were full of a wild, unbreakable rage. He didn't go for the men with guns. He went straight for the Author.

“You do not speak to him. You do not look him in the eyes. You do not breathe the same air as him if you can help it. You are a ghost. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Good.” She folded her hands. “Now come. Let’s discuss your wages and show you to your quarters.” My room turned out to be far nicer than anything I had ever slept in — even better than the orphanage. The salary was equally shocking. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could actually breathe. Later that afternoon, after the other maids had returned to the kitchen, I returned to Lord Blackwood’s chambers to finish tidying. The room was already mostly spotless. I polished the silver candle holders, straightened the hea

FROSTBOUND; A JACK FROST EROTICA RETELLING BOOK 1 Intro: Eirlys Virelle has lived her entire life untouched by warmth not just in body but in existence. All her life she’s always been the unnoticed nerdy girl, now tucked away in a quiet town as a reclusive bookstore owner where nothing ever happens and no one ever really stays or cares. She’s convinced she’ll die alone, living a lonely life with just her and her cat!

" [A random song] I continued dancing as I stared at the dresses, running my hands through them with fascination in my eyes. These were the kind of dresses I would have only seen and touched in my dreams if it were a few months ago, but right now, I could stand and ponder which of them to even put on. I felt like coming to the Frost mansion was the best decision of my life, and I couldn't help but thank Lyn repeatedly. She was a great guardian, a great friend, and a very wonderful confidant.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

Mrs Gauthier excused herself and went to meet up with the rest of the aunts. Tired, I made my way to the balcony and leaned on the railings, a glass of rosé in hand. I watched the fireworks going up in the sky, casting different colours. I used to be fascinated by it while I was a kid. And I and my sisters would watch it all night. I felt a presence behind me and smile as I inhale his cologne. He snaked his hand down my exposed thigh and caressed it. Sometimes I feel he orders short dresses for me on purpose. I bit my lip as his lips came in contact with the nape of my neck.

Ernesta was completely lost, but then 001's robotic voice filled the air, “We're in a novel called 'The Genius Game Designer and Her Foster Father'. You're currently the antagonist and have a tragic ending. Your mission is to change your fate and fulfill the character's wishes.” Ernesta rubbed her forehead. Changing someone's life, was that really as easy as 001 made it sound? “So, what's the story about?” she asked. “The system wants to upload the novel's plot into your head. Confirm to proceed?” Ernesta nodded. “Confirm.” “Here's the author's introduction:

“They’re on a private line to Russia. They'll be over the border before I even step foot on that campus.” I felt a momentary weight lift off my chest. Russia was far. Russia was safe. My family there lived in a fortress that even the devil couldn't breach. With Leon and Elara out of the equation, the only thing left to do was burn Gustavo to the ground. ”We’ll play the ball where it lies,” she shrugged, letting out a sharp laugh that bordered on manic. ”Okay, look,” Enzo started, clearing his throat as he finally stood up from my hospital bed.