Ellie Goulding Pushed Off Chair Mga Nobela at Kwento

Could he look any more desperate? Ellie bit her lip seductively as she stared at me. “Can you come, Louis?” She walked towards me, shaking her ass like she was on a catwalk, practically shoving Keelan out of the way. Keelan folded his arms awkwardly as Ellie started tracing my face with her long nails. “Erm, I’m not sure I can make it,” I said awkwardly, taken aback by the physical contact. “I’m helping my mum with something.”

Ellie says, giving a dramatic bow towards the king. “Your majesty,” I greet, giving a light bow. “Please, call me Gregory,” the king says quietly. “All right,” I respond. The room then falls under a deathly silence as pressure begins to set in. Gregory sits at his desk nervously, staring at his fidgeting fingers. His body lightly trembles as a cold sweat begins to collect on his brow. Suddenly a loud scraping sound fills the void as Ellie drags a chair from near the fireplace and takes a seat near the desk. Looking between the two of us, she loudly clears her throat.

"This is such an incredible honor. I couldn't have done this without the support of my colleagues at Aethelgard Pharmaceuticals, especially Dr. Marcus Sterling, whose guidance has been invaluable." The applause continued. Elara's chair scraped against the floor as she stood. The sound cut through the noise. Heads turned toward her. "Stop," she said. Her voice was too quiet. No one heard her over the clapping. "Stop!" she said again, louder this time. The applause faltered, then died. Hundreds of faces turned toward table twelve. Elara's legs felt unsteady beneath her, but she forced herself to take a step toward the stage. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.