Ellie Hiyar の小説・ストーリー

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" "No," Ellie replied inattentively, preoccupied with her phone. "Good. Because I really wanted to—" "Well"—she set aside her phone—"I'm off for a plunge." Ellie rose and took off her tank, unveiling her pink bikini top, which was revealing sections of her sizable bosom that probably should never be on display for a sibling. Oliver was doing his best to elude the promiscuous views his sister was awarding him but failed miserably when he snuck one peek too many, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Ellie.

I heard her cover the phone, then respond in an unnervingly sweet tone, "I'm handling some hospital stuff. I'll be there soon. Tell Dad I'll be right there." I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, Dr. Harper, you have another dad now, huh? You've been on the phone with me this long. Aren't you afraid of keeping your dad waiting? Oh, right. I forgot. I'm petty." Jaiden seemed close by. Ellie's voice dropped as she growled, ​"Jaiden's village is small, and the people love to gossip. I'm his boss. What's wrong with showing up to make him look good? Is there any need for this sarcastic attitude?

Before I can ask Mara a single question, an arm lands across my shoulders. “Zahra, this is my mate, Elodie Whitmore,” Eliot says proudly as a pretty strawberry blonde with surfer curls and ocean-blue eyes threads her fingers through his. Freckles dust her nose, her smile is gentle and kind, but I know if she is a fated Delta female, there is steel under that sunshine. “It’s lovely to meet you, Elodie,” I say, shaking her hand. “I’m looking forward to hearing everything about Night Howlers,” she says warmly. I like her immediately. Her calm matches Mara’s. Zanthe settles in my mind, approving.

After we entertained all the customers, I heard a voice behind my back. “That guy is so handsome,” I saw Sierra, my packmate, who is two years older than me. She looks cute in her bob cut, light skin, and blue eyes. “Huh? Are you talking to me? Sierra, right?” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe that you know my name, Alpha King’s daughter!” I suddenly felt shy. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?”

She was on a call so I had to wait for her to finish. "Hello" The lady said "Hello my name is Eulalia , I am here for the interview." "Okay, the interview is on the 16th floor, when you get there you'll see others waiting and good luck " the lady said smiling at me "Thank you" I say walking towards the elevator. The elevator was quite full when I got in, people got out and it just remained her and a few others that got to the 16th floor. I sat down like the others and waited on my turn.

I couldn’t if I tried. Watching Ellie shoot is a thing of beauty. It’s like watching Hawkeye in female form. The way she moves is like an erotic dance, fluid and sexy as fuck. I have to wonder if her dads know just how good she is because if so, what the fuck do they think she needs me for?

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 assure her with the same blush. We soon began to play, forgetting all about being witches, my friend Ellie is the daughter of a human and a vampire, but she's a witch, her vampire dad decided to raise her in hell. She's Miss Viki's little and into age regression same as me, and she loves to play in the dirt, king Lucifer is going to have to order another group bath tonight, after we're done playing! "You're the best friend in the whole of hell!" Ellie says after our playdate was over, she gave me a tight hug which I returned.

She extends her hand toward me. "Not unless you spill the information I asked for." Ellie blows a breath up into her hair. "I used drone technology to listen to your conversation." "Be explicit, Ellie," I demand. "It’s a hummingbird-class micro-drone, Lachlan—a cutting-edge piece I recently added to my collection. I thought you were meeting a woman at that restaurant—until that man came in and started blabbering. It was only after you left that I realized you had actually gone there to relax."

“We’re sort of in the dream realm, Aurora.” “Ora,” I correct her. She smiles at me. “Ora, I’m Ellie. A hybrid, very similar to yourself.” I looked at her cautiously. “If I’m dreaming, you’re a figment of my imagination. Right?” She gave me a half smile and looked to her left. “Ora, we have a common enemy and, according to a friend, you can help me stop her,” Ellie turned her head toward me. “Ora, please help me stop Millicent.”