Ellie Rose Novels & Stories

Add that to being the sweetest person I have ever met and she’s just too perfect to be allowed. “Never mind hot, was he good? I need all the juicy details” Ellie pipes in. Ellie is outgoing and a little boisterous, some would say an intimidating personality, but once you get to know her; she has a heart of gold and will help anyone. She’s 5ft6 and a beautiful curvy size 14. She has a slender face, a button nose and her hair is currently a vibrant pink. “Well, good morning to you ladies too” I smile, taking a seat at the table. “Well I hate to burst the bubble, but despite him being naked in my bed, we didn’t actually sleep together. So no walk of shame” I add.

A girl says as she walks near Rose making her giggle softly. "You know it, Ellie. Hey, meet Lia Andrews she just transferred today!" Lia blushes as she plays with her fingers. "H-Hi it's nice to meet you." The girl named Ellie looked sweet. Her long blonde hair in a low ponytail and her pink dress made her so gorgeous. But looks can be deceiving. Ellie smiles as she nods her but doesn't acknowledge her making Lia frown. "Let's chat later." That was all Ellie simply said as she walked away. Rose shrugged slightly and they soon stopped at a locker.

We walked out of the living room, passed the gymnasium, and we ended up outside where there was a huge pool with a bar waiting for us. We jumped in the water, played volleyball, and after that we drank cocktail at the bar. I learned that Ellie was Rodrigo's little sister. She was twenty three years old and she was a writer and a model. Ellie was outgoing and loud, the type of friend you had to warn first before you introduce her to other people.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Happy times should not sound lonely, happy times should not be like funerals either... The Marchetti estate was glowing that evening, fairy lights danced across the marble columns like stars had decided to settle down and gossip. Rose petals were scattered on the grand stairway, a harpist played something soft in the background and guests in velvet and silk flowed through the ballroom like a river of elegance and status. If a stranger had walked in, they’d think it was a celebration of love, of legacy. But Ellie? Ellie felt like she was walking her own funeral, she stood still in the middle of the grand hall, her dress hugging her body like a second skin pale silver, corseted, strapless. A s

She is gorgeous, sexy and scariest of all, extremely naïve. Ellie is one of those model teenagers who gets excellent grades, doesn't go in for the typical teenage parties and can generally be counted on to do what her parents say. She's got a great eye for fashion and has remarkably been able to dress rather trendily even with the restrictions her father placed on her attire. It's only been in the past few months that I've noticed a change in the types of clothing Ellie has been wearing and I seriously doubt if her father has seen some of her short shorts or revealing swimsuits.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

(MELISSA'S POV) I woke up and rubbed off sleep from my eyes now that I'm in human world I feel weak unlike in Atlantica where I work all the time without getting tired. My stomach grumble and I sighed. I'm so hungry I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room to where there were big boxes of human rocks that spread down towards the sitting room where we first met yesterday. I gently and carefully climbed down the human Rock and I smiled when I reached the end I looked around the entire sitting room as he called it but couldn't find what to eat. Remembering the sea I smiled happily and immediately opened the door and ran out of the house towards the sea.

Maebh rolled her eyes before replying, “The girl herself: Isla. She knew I had minions who had been eyeing the flower for so long so she decided to take down the whole apartment all by herself so that no one would find that flower of hers.” “Yet, here it is. In our own hands,” Ludwig said as he took it from Maebh’s grip and hoisted the withered blood rose into the air. “Long live the blood rose,” was all Maebh managed to say as she took one last sip of that secret red wine that was actually a blood from one of her victims.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.