Ellie Goulding Pushed Off Chair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I only gave you permission to cook. I didn’t say you could look at me—or around the house.” Ella bit her lip, nodding quickly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, continuing to stir the fried rice. Elion leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he muttered silently to himself, "Must you apologize even when you do nothing wrong?" Henry, enjoying the tension, smirked. Elion shot him a sharp glance, and Henry quickly coughed, pretending nothing had happened. Elion’s wheelchair rolled outside almost imperceptibly, as if he were pacing, an unreadable shadow moving through the room.

Tyler lay curled up on the bath mat like the fluffy little lifeguard he thought he was, supervising the situation. “So,” Ellie said, drawing out the word as she adjusted her bun and reached for a chocolate truffle from the side table, “are you doing this for the clout or for a certain sexy, stage-hogging, guitar-thrusting someone?” I laughed into my wineglass. “It’s not clout if it’s accidental. And he’s more of a mic-hogger, thank you very much.” Ellie smirked, her mask pulling at the corners of her mouth. “So that’s a yes to the sexy someone?”

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

Not dusty. Arranged. Everything was arranged. Ava took another step forward and crouched, running a finger along the edge of the chair’s armrest. No grit. No grime. It was warm. As if someone had just left. Ella spoke quietly, behind her. > “It’s wrong.” Ava stood, turning slowly. Ella wasn’t looking at her. She was looking around the room with glassy eyes and shaking fingers. Her lips moved without voice for a moment, like she was trying to list what was missing.

Cressida says with an excited clap. “Now we must tell the Chef to prepare….” “Cressida what a beautiful show, come let’s take some pictures,” a middle-aged petite lady says as she comes up to the trio, clasping her hands tightly on her wheelchair with a bright smile on her face. “Please go on we don’t want to keep you waiting,” Elsida says encouragingly as Cressida offers them an apoplectic look as she is wheeled away. “I think we should-“ Elsida starts to say but lets out a sharp gasp as Julien pulls her into the room adjacent to them and shuts the door firmly.

Making her way through the narrow aisle to sit between Jack and some other guy Everly had only glanced at was no easy task, and about three steps from the chair, she caught her shoe in the strap of someone’s purse and nearly bit it. She fell forward, catching herself on the desk part of the chair, her notebook and folder flying free from her grip.

"When we get downstairs, I don't care if Richie is here or not, you will tell me. Okay?" Ellie gulped, "Okay." she whispered. When they got to the ground floor, Ellie pulled away from him. "I have to print something out, something that you will need to see." she said, "Why don't you go and put the kettle on." Ellie settled down behind the desk, feeling relieved that she had escaped him for a while. She prayed that Richie would get there soon. She had constant butterflies in her tummy, and she didn't want to do this herself. The printer whirred into action and delivered a picture of Jasper's groin and Victoria's face right above the appropriate part, her mouth open. Shit! She didn't want to s

Chole said as they walked to their cubicles. "I will not correct you on that matter," Arabella said as she pulled out her chair and dropped her bag to the table while dropping into the chair. it was quite difficult to resume back to work after not doing anything for a while. the hour she had spent in Aurora's office was full of torment for her. she noticed that her table and chair had been wiped clean. "Oh my god Chole, thank you for wiping down my table and chair“ she voiced out as she pulled the wheeled chair closer to the table, the wheels making slow sounds as they moved.

Finally, Lumbar joined the table as we all settled for breakfast. Elodie sat at the far end, completely withdrawn. Occasionally darting her eyes towards Cecilia, a mix of apprehension and sadness etched on her face. The clinking of cutlery on ceramics filled the gaps between the silence and the next random chatter of my mom with Cecilia. I couldn’t get my eyes off Elodie. Suddenly, she rose from the table, startling everyone. “Where are you going?” I asked. “I just…” her voice failed. “I just need air…” she managed.

"I like her and she deserves someone like me, not you! She likes me too, can't you see? You even seem like you've been trying hard to get Chloe's attention since earlier, and even connived with Malori just to provoke me." "Fuck you!" I angrily said and kicked the chair between us hard, causing those on the nearby table to look. Elliot didn't move even when the chair hit him. He kicked the chair back, but I immediately stopped it from hitting me and wrested it away before advancing towards Elliot. "Damn it, Trace! Stop!" I heard Lev's voice trying to stop me, but it triggered me. Elliot raised his arms to shield his face with the chair, but that caused him to collide with the neighboring tabl