Ellie Rose Novels & Stories

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Five Days Earlier I am sitting in my chair finishing my homework. Having a single room is great, but sometimes, like tonight, it’s lonely. I’m glad I got to move into the pack house, but I miss being at home with mom and dad. My name is Elenor Charlotte Miner, but most people just call me Ellie. I am seventeen years old, a senior in high school, and I am a werewolf. I am a pretty typical teenage girl, except for my healing abilities and strength.

He stopped running and looked at her and greeted her back. "What are you doing here..." He asked. "It's a beautiful morning so I came to the garden, I like it..." She replied. They were talking when damian saw rose coming out from the main door, she was wearing black clothes and boots. "Good morning Arie..." Isabella said and rose wished her back. "Rose, where are you going?..." Damian asked frowning. "It's Sunday boss, I am taking a day off..." She replied in monotone and walked past them.

She offers and I look at her in mild surprise. “You would help me sneak out to go for the interview?” I ask her to make sure I did not hear her wrong. “Yes, Ellie,” She rolls her eyes playfully. “But if we are going to do that, then that means we have to go now.”

A rose by her bedside. Every single day for the past one week. It should feel like a routine, like her life was finally getting back to the weird normal it was when Elisa was alive but, it didn’t. Rain now knew who was keeping those roses every single morning, what baffled her the most was how she never stirred whenever he walked into the room. Yet whenever they met during the day, he was indifferent toward her, both of them knowing fully well what had happened only a few hours ago.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

"Lilly's art project. Have you seen it?" Luka shook his head. "No, she's keeping it pretty secret. Why?" Axel's brow furrowed. "I caught a glimpse of it the other day. Just a corner, but... Luka, I think it's a was a Moon Rose and the Moon behind it." Luka felt a jolt of surprise at Axel's words. A Moon Rose? The legendary flower said to belong to the Moon Goddess herself? He knew Lilly had seen one before in the Rose garden, so it made sort of sense she would draw one.

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.

This time, Ellie didn't make a scene. She simply kneeled before Mom and Dad, bowed her head to the floor, and whispered her apologies. I wasn't entirely sure how they felt about it. Though Ellie had hurt me, she had also saved me once, and they had truly loved her like a daughter. But none of that mattered to me anymore. I had successfully joined the city's best hospital. With my track record, my career took off almost immediately. During that time, I met Mira Blackwell, a woman who truly had eyes for no one but me.