Ellie Phimister Novels & Stories

I ask, pulling my sports bra over my head and tugging it into place. “Every time I run into him he ignores me. Unless you’re around, he doesn’t give me the time of day. I mean, look at me,” she says, gesturing up and down her body. I must admit, it surprises me he ignores her. Ellie’s stunning, to say the least. Her slim figure adds to her height, gaining a lot of curious glances from both men and women around the city. She works as a bartender and makes more money than I do. Her blond hair curls just right, and I can’t ever remember her having a bad hair day. She is effortlessly breathtaking.

"When do I expect you? In case there's something I need to get ready for you." Ellie thought about that and said, "In the next three days I should be there." Then she ended the call, looked to the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. She knew what she was getting herself into. And Ellie was aware that there would be no going back on it. She wasn't just going to be enacting revenge on David Whitehall alone. She would be doing the same to Lily Summers, her own sister. *** The next morning, Ellie went to her boss's office and requested an issuance for the transfer of her position to the new branch.

Without anything to say or contribute my mind tunes out of their discussion and into other things. “Denise, Denise…” Mark calls me. “Huh?Sorry, what did you say?. “It's fine, I was asking what you're into” “Oh, I'm a baby and a family photographer”. Ellie stifles a laugh, everyone turns their attention to her. She gives them a why are you looking at me face. “But when the circumstances arise, I can cover events and lifestyle”, I say, giving him a small smile. “That's great!You own a studio then?” Mark continues to question me.

Ellie The house is dead silent. Quiet snores came from the other residents of the enchanted house. I looked at the old wall clock, hanging loosely—it could fall off if the door of the house was banged loudly—it read three minutes to four AM. I could hardly feel a glint of sleep in my eyes, as the result of my new nature. I am now forced like the royals to stay nocturnal—an imprisoned nocturnal woman. And the more I stayed indoors, the more of a captive I felt than being hidden for safety. I haven't told anyone that, but that was what I had always seen myself as from the very first day Murray brought me here. I felt like a deadly parasite kept in a lab for proper scrutiny. wild predator being

she smiled, “I didn’t realize you were waiting.” That was a lie. A big fat lie, Doris swallowed it anyways, refusing to bow at her menace. “Do well to ask questions next time." She seethed, "Come on, Deloise, let’s get you started.” The duo were ushered into the room, and she was prepared for her shots. “Who was that lady?” Deloise finally asked, “Ellen Parker. Top actress at Evolve, and famed for her interest in younger actors.” she answered, "Avoid her, with the look of things, she isn’t your biggest fan.”

“Blonde?” I smile. “Blonde, yes.” “Nice legs?” I met his stare. “Nice smile. A nice heart. The legs are merely a bonus, Damien.” “So she does have nice legs…” He laughs to himself. “Can’t wait to meet her. I’m sure Ellie will love getting to know her.” Ellie Hunt celebrated her fiftieth birthday last summer. She’s a wildfire, a sharp cracker with a sharp tongue and absolutely nothing in common with little Violet.

"Aren't you sad?" She shrugged. "It's just stuff. I can make more stuff." "What about the people? A lot of people just died!" Ellie kept walking. "How long have you lived there? How many of those people did you know? And now it's just gone." Ellie stopped and turned. Her brown eyes studied his face for a moment and her mouth twisted to the side in thought. "Yes, I will miss those people and it is sad. But this is war. Right now, the enemy has won this battle and standing here mourning won't change anything, except slow us down and get us caught. Those people, the ones that bombed us, are going to be counting the bodies and when they find a lot more stuff than bodies, they are going to be sea

“She works for Hot House Flower too.” “As an assistant,” Ellie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m Ellie,” she said, holding out her hand. “It is SUCH a pleasure to meet you! I’m a huge, huge fan.” Lucinda glanced between Ellie and myself. Ellie had just rudely interrupted Stella’s introduction. “Oh, um, thank you,” she said, shaking Ellie’s hand. Then she turned back to Stella. “Anyway, like I was saying, I’ve had some thoughts and…” “I can’t wait to see your next movie,” Ellie gushed, cutting off Lucinda mid-sentence. “I heard it’s fabulous. But of course it is, I mean, come on, YOU’RE in it, right? Everything you do is fabulous.”

“And how did you cross our border without being scented?” The woman looked up, her face a map of deep-etched grief and exhaustion. “I am Elara. I was the Second to the High Magister before he went mad with the taste of the void. And I didn't cross your border, Alpha. I was spat out by the mountains when the Siphon collapsed. The rivers carried me to your doorstep because the Weaver’s ring called to the stone I carry.” Ellie stepped forward, her gaze locked on the flickering gold inside the crystal. “My father… he’s in there?”

She wasn’t necessarily trying to impress him, but why not look her best if she could? Ellie had been talking about the ceremony all day, even staying past 2:00 when she’d normally been leaving the shop so that she could continue to chatter about it. Memory did her best to calm her new friend because it really wasn’t a big deal, but Ellie seemed to think it was. She’d relayed basically every conversation she’d ever had with Dak at least twice, trying to convince Memory that he really was looking to do some good for the town and not swipe up cheap historic homes and turn them into profit centers for his business, but Memory wasn’t convinced. Ellie might be looking at the situation through rose