Ellie Alves Novels & Stories

"I know what I did is not good, I poisoned my brother, Brian because she wanted to marry my fated mate. I had met her in the arranged marriage partner he chose so that he can remain in his Alpha position. Her name is Ellie, the current Miss Wolf World International. I think you know her?" "Why?" She gestures with her hands. "Is there anyone who doesn't know Ellie that her best friend and manager is Hassie! Their friendship alone would make her noticed, they are just like Mbappe and Hakimi." I smile at this, I'm a football fan, an ardent one and each time anything is said connected to it, I always feel delighted.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

I am talking about steak and mashed potatoes, the works, she was all in' "Thanks, Linda" Elijah replied, focused on his laptop screen. She put her weight onto one foot and leaned, placing her hands on her hips. She really knew how to do her stuff. Linda, that was his assisstant's name. Oh right!. I heard Emilio talking about her to Chef once, the two warmed up to each other and gossiped a lot. Typical of Emilio to know everybody's business, I'm surprised he's not gay, no offense, I'm just saying.

ALEX The passing hour had become a blur, every second monopolized by the captivating woman sitting next from me. Ellie, with her poised, intelligent demeanor, had a gravitational pull, making the raucous ambiance of the Vegas nightlife fade into mere background noise. It's rare to find such an intriguing blend of beauty, wit, and sass, and I found myself hanging on her every word.

Eli was different. The girl spoke without pressure, without trying to convince anyone. Even when she was hurt—and when she’d faced threats at the bakery some time ago—she had apologized more than she had asked for attention. And when she pushed Riana at the cemetery, Althea knew it hadn’t been planned. It was instinct. Sincerity that surfaced without being filtered through personal gain. Althea wasn’t naïve. She understood the bitter possibility: Eli could be used. Turned into a bridge, a tool to pry open doors that had long remained closed to Selena. The girl might not fully grasp the adult games unfolding around her.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Renata, who was sitting on the couch, looking as proud as she was, straightened just as both Lea and Giovanni entered the living room. “Wait, wait, she is an Alpha blood?” Renata asked, looking at Lea. I took a deep breath, still furious with the woman. But I knew better than to fight or argue with her right now. The woman knew that she was playing on thin ice with me, but I knew that this was something that surprised her. Mom looked at Lea for a second, now seeming a lot more interested in what happened.

The kind of woman Zane Wynter should never have touched if he didn’t plan on staying burned. Talia whistles low under her breath as Ellie helps her zip up her dress. It is a dark blue number that hugs her tall, athletic figure like a second skin. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.” “You say that like I have a good side,” I mutter. “You do,” Elara chirps, fluffing out the layered net of her lavender dress. Her short curls shine under the light, bouncing as she spins to admire herself. “It just has resting murder face.”

Either way, intelligence wasn’t his strength. His girlfriend, Emma Carlson, was worse. The only redhead in the school. Pretty privilege followed her everywhere. She smiled sweetly, spoke softly, and insulted you so subtly you didn’t realize it until five minutes later. She wasn’t athletic, but she was smart—and manipulative. Especially with Jason. Amy Watterson and Laney Crandall followed her everywhere. Pretty, blonde, cheerleaders. Always holding Starbucks. Always filming TikToks. They weren’t openly cruel, but their expressions alone warned you to keep your distance.

“You’re Ellie. My Aeliana.” She pauses, something unfamiliar flickering in her gaze. “Aeliana?” She asks, her voice low and trying. I nod, watching her lips curve into a wide, devious smile. “Oh, my name is Riley, and Aeliana is…she’s gone.” She shrugs. “Riley?” I frown. She nods, fluffing her hair. Her actions feel familiar now that I’ve heard that name. Riley Vanderbilt.