Ellie Rose Novels & Stories

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,

Instead he replied, "Whatever, orphan, keep being the good girl. You have to maintain such good ethics so your foster parents would be very proud of you, meanwhile you're ignoring the simple pleasures of life." When Mary heard it, she was exasperated as she barged into the room and wanted to fight Richard. Then she looked sideways and found Riana in tears. "I'm leaving for good, and count me out of this bullshit game of trying to imprison Prince for the suicide of a naive girl. Besides, he didn't tell Rose to commit suicide so why can't you sorry asses leave the dangerous man alone? You ladies just wanna get into trouble. Now, for your information, it's either you let me fuck you, Riana, if

Next morning Rose, as usual, woke up on her time, got ready, and came out of her room to go to the market when Laura suddenly called her from behind. “Rose, wait.” “Yes, sweetheart,” Rose turned and answered her with a big smile. She was in a very good mood today. “Rose, I just saw in the news that last night at Elite square Lily Clarke has been killed brutally.”

He seems to have no one's permission to step into their lives to make it a living hell. I said all these in my head before a tap from her brought me back to focus, “Ellie Allan!” Isla is called by my full name. That part of her only sprang in when she was getting annoyed or frustrated. If it was the first one which was annoying, then she had to take a really chill pill. I was the one who met with my death this morning.

With that in mind, Annabelle haughtily turned her head away, refusing to watch any more of the girls drawing their lots. Yet, from the excited screams, she knew—someone had drawn Kendrick’s name. She cast a casual glance over and saw a young girl with her hair tied in a bun. She was from the Murphy production team, part of the costume and props department. Annabelle remembered her—her name was Ellie, a fresh graduate from a prestigious university in China, majoring in fashion design. Now, she was interning as a costume designer in the production crew. She still carried an air of youthful inexperience, straightforward in both speech and actions. Most notably, she was a bit of a fangirl—boldly

The fresh air felt lighter, cooler — like a new beginning. I waited by the gate for my ride, scrolling through my phone absent mindedly , when the bang of a car door made me look up. Marielle. She stormed toward me in a mini designer dress and knee length boots, fury written across her face. Before I could even move, her palm connected with my cheek — hard. The sound echoed. Heads turned instantly. “I’ve been looking for you!” she hissed. “How dare you call my man yesterday?!” I blinked, stunned. “What?”

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.

There was no way Lucille would not know if her mom was alive. She was a reliable source of answers, and Rose, in her confused state, had overlooked her entirely. “Does she now?” Rose chuckled as she stood up, The girl nodded so hard her ponytails bounced around. She waited, shifting from feet to feet for Rose’s answer. Rose thought about it for a moment, before nodding at Eli, “Thanks.” Eli nodded, “You’re welcome.” She squealed midway through her run. The moment she had seen Rose nod, Eli had already begun to run back home. She was moving so fast that her foot caught on a broken branch, her body pitched forward.

I said and opened my laptop to show Rose something from inside. Rose nodded after I showed her the picture of Madison Clark, who seemed to have something to do with Everleigh. “ Who's she?" Rose pointed at the picture of Madison from my laptop, seeking clarification. She was a bit amazed by the job I was assigning to her but didn't ask any questions or interrogate me.