Ellen H Schwartz Novels & Stories

she boasted. "Classy," I mumbled under my breath, knowing that Luca could hear. "I'll see you around, Ella, and SpongeBob or whatever your name is," she said before marching off in her high heels. "Rude," Luca grumbled. "It's Ernesto Ludwig Weasley-Squarepants." I choked on my final fry and had to use my remaining lemonade to wash it down. "But really? Weasley-Squarepants? What kind of messed up, perverted Ron and SpongeBob breeding process is involved in producing a child with that surname? And ringworms? Where the fuck did that one come from?" He questioned.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

I said before walking away, leaving them both speechless. I moved toward a sofa and settled down, crossing one leg over the other. I observed as everyone kept their distance, no one daring to come closer. Glancing at my wristwatch, I pondered when I might receive some information. With a sigh, a chuckle filled with a touch of pain slipped from my lips. “Alpha Hawthorne?” A waitress called out as she approached me. Blushing slightly, she fidgeted with her hair that had fallen onto her face and delicately tucked it behind her ear.

They hadn’t even had the chance to present before being dismissed. Britney smiled faintly, not intending to shake his hand. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re Mr. Schwartz, right?” Though she asked, she was sure of her knowledge. Before coming here, she had done some research on InnoVerve Design’s management and had memorized their names.

Schwartz’s house was a warm, welcoming place, not the large home of the Delano’s but this house seemed empty, lacking any lived-in feeling. She trailed behind the exotic woman leading the way. “James, your friend has turned up,” drawled the tall woman, turning her head of gleaming black hair to look at Maja, almost speculatively. “Hey there!’ said Schwartz, smiling as he rose to his feet, looking as breathtakingly handsome as ever. He grinned at her but she could see the wariness in his eyes as he waved, indicating that she should sit down on one of the welcoming armchairs.