Novel & Cerita Ellie Rose

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

The woman was instantly recognisable. Ellie Wilde. A rising star whose face had been everywhere in recent months. “Ah,” Ellie said, glancing at Rosie with mild curiosity. “You must be the new maid.” Rosie did not answer. For a brief, disorienting moment, the present blurred with memory. A drunken man. A beautiful woman supporting him. A scene she had lived through before. Years ago. When she had been seven months pregnant. The memory surfaced with such force that it left her momentarily breathless.

"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.

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

At least he could use her to erase his mistakes with his late daughter. They paid a huge amount of money for adoption after getting every details needed about the young girl. Her name was Riana. But they told her that they preferred calling her Rose because she's was like joy to drown their past sorrows. They welcomed her warmly when they got home and treated like an egg.

**** 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.”

I want it to be special just like how special she is. We go out to celebrate with a few directors on our recent wins after work and I invite Ellie over. We order food and drinks and laugh the night off. I cannot stop looking at Ellie. She has on a short floral dress with ruffles at the bottom, a purple headband with a Teddy bear on the side and a small black sling bag. She has on a little makeup that gives off a natural look and she has never been prettier than she is sitting across from me. We catch a few glances at each other throughout the night and I am sure a few employees notice this but at this point, I do not care. I want Ellie to be mine. I am going to ask her to be my girlfriend.

The next morning, Rosalia and Sana are serving food when Ellie comes with a bag in her hand. “Good morning, Ellie,” Rosalia says to her with a smile. At some point, both of them become jealous of each other. Still, she smiles, looking at her, but Ellie cannot afford a smile. “Good morning, everyone,” Ellie says with a not-so-happy face. “Have you collected the papers?” JK asks her. “Yes, there’s every detail in it.” She points her finger at the bag. “Hey, Ellie, why don’t you have some breakfast?” Rosalia asks her. “Thanks, Rosalia, but I’m full,” she smiles. JK smirks while grabbing Ellie’s hand and making her sit beside him.