Ellery Adams Books Novels & Stories

“Thank you for the dresses, they are a lovely surprise, but I can find my own clothing for tonight.” One dress catches my eye as it’s wheeled away. An elegant long dress in blue satin, beaded with diamonds along the sweetheart bodice. The satin is so dark it almost looks black, reminding me of Hunter’s eyes. “The dresses came with this card,” the maid hands me an envelope just as my phone dings with a new message. Putting the envelope down, I look at my phone. “What dresses?” Adam wrote back. “My surprise won’t be ready until the auction. Are you seeing someone else…?” He writes, with an emoji of confusion on the end.

In her mind, a fresh start in a new place felt safer and freer than remaining in New York with so many people from the Walton family—her biological relatives—trying to pull her back into a life she’d never known. Sunlight fell in golden streaks across the tables and the spines of books, creating a welcoming, almost dream-like atmosphere. Wandering through the aisles, Adela found herself pausing in front of a display of glossy tomes on jewelry design. She picked one up, drawn in by the beautiful photos of gemstones, intricately crafted settings, and delicate artistry. She flipped the pages slowly, her eyes lighting up with genuine interest. Each design told a story of imagination, skill, and

If he thought too much about it, he’d probably turn tail and run. But right now, he walked her backward until she sat down on his desk. They gazed at each other, breathing heavily, and Adam traced the lines of her tattoo. He had only glanced at it before, but now he studied it, intrigued. Drawn in swaths of purple and blue and lined in black, it was a mermaid with a graceful tail and long, blue hair. It reached from her upper bicep almost to her elbow, an expansive piece that looked alive.

“Here, see for yourself.” I took the catalogue and began flipping through the pages. My heart dropped when I stopped on a page showcasing a beautiful necklace — the very one that Dante had gifted me. My eyes widened, and I looked up at Adam in shock. “What is this?” I asked, feeling confused. “I’m so sure this is my necklace.” Adam chuckled. “Oh, that. Linda’s mother put it up for sale,” he explained, leaning back in his chair. I stared at the necklace in the catalogue, feeling both angry and shocked. How could Linda and her mother be this selfish?

She mused, clicking her tongue impatiently. Without warning she stood and headed over to their walk-in wardrobe and slid the door to the side, disappearing inside momentarily before coming out and offering her hand to Adam. "Can you put this back on for me?" "What is it?" Adam asked as he took the item from her outstretched hand and smiled as he opened his palm. In his hand was the necklace that he had given to Ann, which had been inherited from his grandparents. If he hadn't have been certain of its authenticity back then, Narcissa's words had only strengthened his belief.

Since getting married, she hadn't received affirmation from anyone else. With more than ten minutes left before clocking out, she idly flipped through a magazine Charlie had left on her desk. The first page announced an auction at the Deseigh Cultural Arts Center at 7:30 that evening. Curious, she browsed the items. When Grandma Rosie was alive, she loved collecting vases and jewelry. Influenced by her, Adriana had also begun paying attention to auctions. On the third page, a rose-shaped brooch made of entwined gold wire and set with rubies leapt into view.

Aiden POV I called Isaiah back, and he hit me with a bombshell. “Aiden, we have a cave of gems here. You won’t believe what kind either.” “Cool it with the suspense and just tell me. Is it diamonds?” “No. Purple Atlantonite.” I sat up quickly, “Are you fucking with me right now, man?” “Hell no. Check the incoming picture,” he said, and my phone buzzed. I opened the picture, and sure enough, it’s Purple Atlantonite.

I heard her said and haisst, she never changed. Well, Amanda was the most beautiful girl on our campus, has perfect face and skin, has a sexy-hot body that every guy's dreaming, she was like an actress, and she could get along with everyone easily, that's why almost all of the guys were trying to score to her. Everyone loved to be her friends not just boys but also girls. I forgot to say that she was famous but she was the naughtiest friend I ever had, she always changed her boyfriend weekly. No man could stay in a relationship with her in months, because they all got dumped after a week, that's how crazy Amanda was, I always scolded her about it, but she just going to laugh at me and kept f

he muttered, prying it open just enough to reach inside. His fingers brushed against something thick. He pulled it out. A large, leather-bound book. Adam stood up slowly, turning it over in his hands. The cover was worn but solid, darker than the dust-covered room around him, like it had been hidden on purpose. Protected. “Who leaves something like this behind?” he said under his breath. For a moment, he considered tossing it aside. It wasn’t his business but curiosity had already taken hold. He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open.

Inside was a delicate collar, adorned with a small pendant—a symbolic gesture that spoke volumes about their evolving dynamic. Claire held the collar delicately in her hands, her breath catching in her throat as she realized its significance. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it symbolized her willingness to embrace her submissive nature, to surrender to the depths of desire that Aiden had awakened within her. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she looked up at him, his dark eyes filled with an intensity that made her heart race. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the soft music playing in the background. “Thank you, Aiden.”