Ellie Rose Novels & Stories

"so ireregalo mo pala tong dress and rejuv set na to sa girlfriend mo?" "ahm.. oo actually she's already my Fiancee and anniversary namin ngayon" "wow nice well happy anniversary to the both of you" "salamat" "ito na nga pala yung binili mong dress and beauty product thank you for coming" tatalikod na sana sya nang muli syang nagsalita "by the way I am Ella nga pala" tumalikod na ito at saka bumalik sa kanyang ginagawa kaya naman napangiti na lamang si Dave bago tuluyang umalis nang shop ni Ella

**** The door cracked open and Ellie poked her head in.“Hi…am I interrupting something? Can I come in or is this a strictly no-Voss zone right now?” Isabella sat up. “Ellie! Get in here.” Ellie slipped inside, closing the door softly behind her. She was in ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie, looking about nineteen even though Isabella knew she was twenty-four. She grinned at Agnes. “Hi! You must be the famous best friend. I’m Ellie, Damien’s unfortunate little sister.”

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.

Rosie turns her attention to me, her voice is back to normal, she's not even trying to hide the fact that she is referring to Ellie even while she is a few feet away from us. Ellie turns her attention to us with a scowl on her face. If she wasn't on the phone I can bet my ass that she'd have given us a piece of her mind, but today I have no fear, Rosie's sharper mouth would put her in line. “Don't tell me someone couldn't sit it down that they no longer matter, they had to squeeze their way here to be relevant”. Rosie clicks her tongue to annoy Ellie the more. Ellie is not having it. The call she's on is more important than having a cat fight. She eyes us, and turns away, her short blue gown

"I seem to recall she was working in the flower beds when I came to see you before." River hated to even think about that visit. It had gone so poorly. "That's right," he said, not wanting to say more. "There's a bench in the garden, if you'd like to take a break." "I'm okay for now," Ellie told him, still walking along. She was breathing deeply as she passed the roses in various colors. His mother's roses were well-known throughout the pack. Ellie was also aware of her love for gardening since he'd taken her a plant when they first met. But these roses were his mother's pride and joy.

“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.”

Ellie said, putting on a devilish smile amid her hurt. Turning to the hefty men, Ellie commanded, "Cut his thing off and break his bones. Make him paralyzed. Let the show begin." She crossed her legs and sat back, ready to watch as the men approached Clark with a knife and a rod. His confidence shattered as the reality of Ellie’s resolve dawned on him.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a