Ellie Phimister Novels & Stories

I didn’t want her to suspect anything about what Philip and I just talked about, thus ruining the surprise waiting for her. Philip’s eyes shone with happiness, and it made me smile. Maybe this was not such a mistake in the end. Maybe this was one catastrophe less in my life. Maybe my sister got lucky and found love because not everyone gets the same chance. The moment I gave my approval to Philip, we heard the door open and in waltzed Ellie, dressed in a cute blue dress I bought her with my first paycheck when we came to Washington, DC. “I can see you two are behaving,” she beamed and strolled across the room.

“I don’t hate what you did, Reagan. I am grateful someone managed to stop me. But it shouldn’t have happened. I let my guard down and allowed myself to love Sam. This is why I need to be away from everyone and their drama. I am dangerous.” She didn’t say she hated wearing my mark. is there a chance? “You are dangerous, Ellie. But only in the wrong situation.” I told Ellie sympathetically. As we made it to my car, she helped me sit down. My phone was buzzing, and I looked at the caller ID. Phillip’s name was on the screen. I ignored it; no doubt he was calling about Sasha. “Where is Sasha?” I asked. “At my clinic, caring for some abandoned puppies. They were all over her,” Ellie smiled. “She

I tell her. Ellie looks into my eyes, “Maybe if I were punished a little, it would give me the incentive to be honest.” “Lean over my desk,” I tell her. My voice is low and commanding. Ellie follows my order. I lift her skirt, “A thong? How inappropriate for work.” I hear the smile in Ellie’s voice, “The man I love enjoys them, I wear them for him.” “I can see why he likes them,” my fingers light trace the delicate lace. It doesn’t take much caressing before Ellie’s body responds. Leaning over, I whisper in her ear, “So eager, Miss Davidson. Are you a greeter girl?”

As she ate, she couldn't help but think about the promise she made to River and the precarious situation she found herself in. God, was it a mistake not trying to escape when she had the chance? "So, Mrs. Caldwell? What did Ellie look like? Is there a picture I can look at?" Riley asked between bites, trying to keep the conversation light to distract herself from her anxiety. Mrs. Caldwell paused for a moment, her expression softening as she thought about Ellie. "Ellie was a beautiful woman. There are some pictures of her with River and the kids in the living room. I can show you after you are done eating.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!! I groan inwardly and since they haven't noticed me,I took another direction I went to the meeting room the investors were already sitting there waiting for me. I entered and they all stood up to greet me I don't care about their so-called greeting. Let the meeting commence, Philip my assistant said out loud. ******CHLOE***** "Mum are you sure he will come today or did he travel? look at the time and he is not yet here and he wasn't at the estate yesterday night either" I said frowning and Asher's step mother patted me the shoulder. Don't worry he will show up, I'm sure he's not someone who misses work and maybe he was stucked in something moreover I'm sure he didn't travel reme

The numbers of dead subjects were in the hundreds and those losses had broken her heart. Ellie forced her eyes open. Two years prior she’d worked at Mercile’s administrative building when she’d been approached by Officer Victor Helio. He had explained there were rumors about a secret research facility that forced human beings into being test subjects for illegal drugs. The police had tried to get undercover agents imbedded inside Mercile but they’d refused to hire anyone from the outside. As an existing employee she didn’t raise suspicion when she’d asked for a transfer to one of their research and development testing facilities. She’d been so horrified by the concept of humans suffering tha

Her searches are often big tits or mfm, but on occasion mature p**n comes into the mix. After watching two short pornos, about 4 pages into the next search Ellie said "Hey, I reckon that looks like Ann from two doors down." I had a look and lo and behold, it didn't only look like her, it was definitely her. It was her frame, around 5'6", rightly proportioned body, and undeniably her face and grey short bobbed hairstyle. "Hun, that actually IS her!" I said as i reached over to select the video on Ellie's phone.

Ellie made him some black tea and said in a pretentious tone, “Mr. Tremont… Since she’s no longer in love with you, there are plenty of fishes in the sea, why must you hold onto that one fish? She’s not worth it! You’re an outstanding man, you can have any woman you like.” These words sounded strange to Mark. Ellie used to be a highly competent secretary. She had always efficiently completed the tasks given to her and never spoke about personal affairs. Something felt strange about her words. He was not an idiot so he knew Ellie had developed some feelings for him. He gradually calmed down and said, “She’s worth it. No one else can hold a candle to her.” Ellie lifted her eyes and looked at h

Ellie came to the office on a Saturday in March. She came alone — not with her parents, not after piano, alone. She was ten years old and she came on the bus with her sketchbook under her arm and knocked on the office door at ten o'clock and he opened it and she said: I want to show you the community centre. He stood back from the door. She came in and put the sketchbook on the drawing board — his drawing board, the board where the three-generation commission was spread, and she put the sketchbook down on top of the drawings without asking and opened it to a section he had not seen.

He gasps, his tone mocking. “Look at her,” I sigh. “That is not Aeliana right now. The way she speaks, her mannerisms, look at that..” I point to the hair she keeps twirling. “Ellie has never done that, she’s acting just like Riley.” “Who is Riley?” He sighs, his tone tired. “Riley Vanderbilt,” I tell him. “The movie star she would role-play as when we were kids. That’s who she’s embodying right now. I don’t understand why…” I trail off.