Ellie Rose Novels & Stories

Rosie laughed as she moved Tamara's suitcases to the side of the room. Tamara walked back inside, flopping down on Rosie's bed. She propped herself up on her elbow, peering at Rosie intently. "So, you spent the past year working your cute little Parisian ass off for Medusa herself and now you've finally got your very own art opening." Rosie rolled her eyes playfully. She sat down on the couch, leaning back with a heavy sigh. "Eloise did work my butt off but it was worth it. She might be ice cold but she respects me and was very kind to help me grow my connections."

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Andrew simply looked mortified. “What?” Naomi shrugged, a bit of bite in her attempt to seem completely uninterested. “I don’t need Elaine's magic power of reading people and knowing stuff; I can be perceptive and achieve the same result.” Elaine didn’t bother to give the younger girl a response, instead she avoided a puddle and secretly hoped the fifteen-year-old would fall face first in it. A moment later, there was a small splutter of water, as if a stone had been tossed into a lake. Looking back, Elaine spotted Naomi, face-first in the very same puddle.

If he loved me, why'd he trash me in front of Charlotte? I couldn't stomach more of his fake, nauseating love. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not a rose. I was born to belong to this land. Someday, I'll fill this barren place with roses myself."

MYSTERY EX-GIRLFRIEND CAUSES DRAMA AT BLUEBIRD KITCHEN. My phone buzzed again, a message from Rose. Rose: Nora, don't come to work today Me: Why? Rose: Because Elara Hart uploaded the video herself. The phone slipped from my fingers.

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

"He must have taken them without asking. When I was asleep or when I wasn't paying attention." The silence that followed was different. Heavier. "Rose." Elle's voice was low and careful. "Are you saying he took photos of you without your consent?" I nodded once. She did not move for a moment. Then she reached over and covered my hands with hers, pressing down gently until the trembling slowed. "That changes things. That's not just a breakup revenge stunt. That's something you can report." "To who? His dad pays half the school board's salaries." "To someone who isn't his dad."

Love you E xxx Ellie put her phone back in her sleeve and put her headphones back in. She watched a couple of horses walking up the path, and once they had gone by, she set off running back home again. She wondered what would happen today; she had her dress, and Ellie assumed Rosslyn had taken care of the catering and the invitations. All she had to think of was her hair and make-up, and she knew how that was going to go.

So Elle is taking Luca out to the garden and I'll be out there with Rose. "Rosetta Elise Jones knock it off!" I hear Elle's voice yell as I walk down the hall. Lunch has just finished so Elle isn't doing anything at the moment. Then I notice little Rose run down the hall with a big smile on her face. She notices me and runs straight towards me with her arms out. "Thank you Nicola!" Elle comes walking down the hall with her hands on her hips. Her face is flushed and her hair is all over the place. "Rose what did you do?" I ask the toddler who is resting her head on my shoulder. Rose stays quiet and avoids looking at her mom. "Rose."

Not really working well though because talking is just her habit. She just wishes she knows Ellie well enough to crack a joke. Elliei s making some omelets with bacon and sausages. Of course, vegetables are included. She doesn’t want her family to be unhealthy. “So, Rosie hasn’t woken up?” She asks. Aubrey chokes as she is surprised by her sudden conversation. “Are you okay?” Ellie quickly pats her back. Aubrey grins at her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. Rosie is still sleeping.” She answers.