Ellen Ripley Novels & Stories

Why is she still wearing them? “ Mr. Ripley, I have no business with the club. Just you. And it is personal.” she says. I laugh “ Lady, I don’t know who you are but we don’t have any personal business.” I smirk. “ You may not know me. But the O’Sullivan’s know all about you.” she says with an icy demeanor. She shows no emotion whatsoever but I swear the temperature in the room drops a few degrees. But I won’t let it show. “ Is that so?” Trying to keep my cool. Something about the lady is setting me on edge but I’m not sure if it is good or bad. I do feel the need to listen to her. “ It is.” she says. Then one of her goons hands her a tablet and she lists everything she knows about me. My bir

I tossed my pillows at her and told her to hush. "That serious huh, your parents are going to want to meet him," she teased and I shook my head. I felt my reaper box calling me and frowned. I had yet to do my job successfully. I slid out of bed and ran to the black square. Lifting the lid I cringed slightly seeing another card. I cursed colorfully seeing Ellis Orion, 22 years of age, 509 Main Street, 12:05:45 pm, struck by a vehicle in a crosswalk. I rubbed my eyes and Renee looked at the card and squinted, she wasn't a reaper and couldn't see the name. I had an hour to reach main street in the human realm. My mother is really going to start questioning me getting cards daily and will probab

I roll my eyes while I make sure I have all the books to return to the library. Riley is a bit of a player, always dating a different girl. Sometimes more than one at a time, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. The problem is, he has terrible taste. He always picks cute girls that want to get in his pants on a first date, but they’re always needy, clingy, and high maintenance. He doesn’t want to be tied down. That’s what he says, anyway. I think he just likes the attention. Grandma Jane says he’s going to make a good father someday. I don’t see it, but Grandma sees the good in everyone.

“I’m sorry. But there’s been a huge misunderstanding. When I was asked by the doorman if I was here for the auction, I thought he meant-” Her brows pinch together as her phone dings, and she swipes her finger across the touch screen. “If what you are saying is true, there is nothing that can be done.” She replies, turning her phone around to face me. “Mr Ripley has already wired the money to the charity of your choice. Save The Children.” “I…” My words fade from my lips as my heart plummets into the pit of my stomach. “Look, it’s only for a month and all you have to do is warm up to him before you sleep with him. I’ve heard he is a very generous lover and anything you need, he will supply.”

" Her name is Antra Paul. She is from New Delhi. " " Doesn't she looks familiar to you? " He asked. I didn't know what to say. He was looking at her the way I had looked when I saw her for the first time. " Show me your video, now. " He said. I nodded at the assistant director. He started the ad and I could see his expression changing every second. The ad had many of her closeup frames and he was shocked to see her. I knew what was he thinking. He got up and punched me very hard.

I instructed the driver to take us straight home. The moment we arrived at the house, Lily stepped out of the car and slammed the door with such force I thought it might come off its hinges. She stormed toward the house,m. "Lily!" I called, but she didn’t stop. I rushed out of the car as well. And before she could get into the house, I grabbed her wrist, turning her to face me. "Acting like a spoiled child won’t help you, Lily." I said, coldly. "Did you really think you’d be paid $25 million just to play pretend wife?"

“I’m serious! Life is short. If a rich, handsome, dangerous man wants you, why not enjoy it? You’re already living in his house. Might as well make it worth your while.” I wiped the tears from my eyes, still giggling. “You’re impossible. I’m not seducing anyone. I just want to heal my legs, work the job he offered, save some money, and disappear quietly when the time is right. No sugar daddy. No drama.” Lila rolled her eyes dramatically but smiled. “Fine, fine. Miss Innocent. But when you’re crying over missed opportunities later, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

"I want to see if a pureblood is actually as tough as the stories say. Does she really die from a few cracked bones?" "Ripley, if we don't act, she's gone," Romilly warned. "She might be past the point of no return already." Ripley didn't argue. He just drew back his heavy boot and delivered a sharp kick to her ribs. Rilla let out a ragged, wet groan. Her eyes didn't open, but her body flinched. "There," Ripley said, a dark smirk tugging at his lips. "She's still ticking. Pack her up. We're leaving."