Ellie Rose Novels & Stories

When my siblings entered the dining room, Rosie started to play perfect hostess like she did not have cum going down her throat seconds ago. “You two must be enjoying your honeymoon,” Ellie said blankly. Ellie's sense of smell had improved over the past few months. The others might be deceived by Rosie and I’s ability to cloak our scents but not Ellie. “Thank you, Luna, for this house. It is truly wonderful,” Rosie smiled. Ellie seemed to switch up suddenly, her eyes turning a dark brown. Her wolf smirked. “Hope no juices got in the food,” she teased. I choked on my bacon, reaching for the juice.

He got up to move back to his spot when I said. "Get Rose in here." My voice sounded firm. Ellis paused to study my face then said, "Her parents are humans, love. I've checked." "But Kee's been with her and Ambrose the whole time!" I hastily explained. "And we both know Ambrose is no healer. She must've done something. Or Kee wouldn't still be alive!" Ellis hardened his gaze with the same suspicions. ****** ROSE After Ellis disappeared behind the door, my phone buzzed—as though it knew that the 'king' had left and it could be a tyrant once more.

“I’m sorry. I just never thought I would ever hear my Krista call me that again.” Ellie smiled. “Grandma. Let me show you how my gifts have manifested.” She smiled. “Because I can guarantee you I am a lot scarier than anyone knows.” I put my arm around my mate. The woman I was always destined to be with. She is home, she is safe, she is where she is supposed to be. With me. Nothing could make this day any better. That was until I kissed Ellie, and she smelled different; she smelled sweet. THE END

I say in gratitude. "Rain, oh my dear, you're looking like a diva!" Elle's squaled voice halts our moment. I quickly move away from Rose and approach Elle who is checking me from top to toe. "Rose helped me." I tell her. "Miss Rose has talent for it." Elle genuinely appreciates her which sparkles Roselie's eyes. "Thank you so much, Elle. It was nothing. My sister is a true beauty who doesn't need any artificial effort to enhance her beauty." Rose says.

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

"I know what I did is not good, I poisoned my brother, Brian because she wanted to marry my fated mate. I had met her in the arranged marriage partner he chose so that he can remain in his Alpha position. Her name is Ellie, the current Miss Wolf World International. I think you know her?" "Why?" She gestures with her hands. "Is there anyone who doesn't know Ellie that her best friend and manager is Hassie! Their friendship alone would make her noticed, they are just like Mbappe and Hakimi." I smile at this, I'm a football fan, an ardent one and each time anything is said connected to it, I always feel delighted.

- she scrolled through the tablet's screen showing me the movie rankings and the loads of comments that trailed behind it. "It's really great, everyone is saying that Rose is a very admirable character. They love her personality and the vibes. You totally outshined Irina, a top star actress."- she chuckled, clapping her hands together like a shy girl who just found love. " So ~?." - I asked, feeling unperturbed. I pursed my lips in a thin line,such measly fame wasn't something to be all giddy about. They were often fleeting - they leave as quickly as they come. Besides, that wasn't my primary aim right now.

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

But I still styled myself as a widow and presided over this simple ceremony. In a filthy, chaotic back alley, he had shielded me as we narrowly escaped death, telling me not to be afraid. On the day he first came into possession of his own turf, he had held me and spun wildly around a dilapidated dance floor, paying no attention to the music. On our wedding day, he had guided my hand as it traced the tattoo on his chest. It was my name. I raised my hand and touched the cold tombstone. John walked up to me with a box that contained a withered rose.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.