Ellie Sanders: Books Novels & Stories

She picked up many books individually and made a pile of them. "When will you read so many books?" Nina asked surprisingly. "When your boss is not around," Elaina winked and started looking for books again. She picked up books from famous authors like Jane Austin, Sarah, Colleen Hoover, and Anna Huang. Nina shook her head and made her way toward the exit.

“Minsan. Ngunit hindi palagi. Ang Detective, na siyang pangunahing tauhan sa aking mga aklat, ay nag-iimbestiga sa lahat ng uri ng mga kaso. Anong klaseng mga libro ang binabasa mo?" Napakagat labi si Ellie. Matagal na siyang naglilibang sa pagbabasa ng libro. Tatlong linggo pa lang siyang huminto sa kanyang secretary gig, at bago iyon, naging abala ang kanyang mga araw sa pagpapanatiling napapanahon sa iskedyul ng kanyang dating amo. “Karaniwang gusto ko ang mga kwentong nakakapagpasigla. Makasaysayan o kontemporaryong pag-iibigan."

Plenty of backyard rink time with the kids. One quiet evening weeks into the tour, after a particularly emotional bookstore event, I found Ellie waiting up past her bedtime. She was sitting on the couch in her pajamas, the galley copy of *Full Circle* in her lap even though she couldn’t read most of it yet. “Daddy?” “Yeah, bug?” She hugged the book to her chest. “I’m proud of you and Papa. Even the sad parts made you strong. So I think… I think we’re all happy now. For real.”

An unfathomable relief broke out on my pale face at the sight of them being alive and well. They froze in terror noticing me stuck to the wall above the ground. No word escaped through their petrified mouth which kept hanging with shock. Malena was thunderstruck to discover them alive and unharmed, she looked hither thither to notice any sign of her slave but found none. However, her anxious expression subsided within a moment, restoring her malevolent coolness. “Ah, Ellie's friends, how I completely forgot about them. How about I let the soul witness a few more deaths before devouring it,” she whispered, glancing at me, then placing her poisonous stare on them.

Ellie turned, fluttering her eyelashes at me as she read my facial expressions. "Are you for real?" She squealed, her mood changing instantly. "Yes, we need proof that she is still married to Sanders, so we'll pay him a visit. Because Allan already flew there, he knows the address." If I knew that telling Ellie about the trip to see Sanders would make her spot a smile, I would have told her earlier, when she stepped into my office sobbing. "But," she whispered, biting her lower lip while the smile disappeared from her pretty face.

Sander ficaria lá ainda por cerca de um ano, até que também completasse 18 anos. Eu passava os dias a pensar nele e em como iria ajudá-lo. Comecei a frequentar a biblioteca municipal, onde lia sobre espiritismo, feitiçaria e contato entre almas vivas e não vivas, enfim, tudo o que pudesse ajudar a salvar Sander.

The archives smelled of smoke. Not the cozy kind from the hearth, but the acrid, chemical stench of magic—faint, but enough to make Elara’s scar tingle. She’d spent three days buried in Eleanor’s journals, and still, the words “the fire comes next” burned in her mind like a brand. Ellie sat at her feet, sorting through a pile of leather-bound books, her tiny fingers tracing the sigils on their covers. Every so often, she’d pause, tilt her head as if listening to a secret, and tuck a book aside.

Five Days Earlier I am sitting in my chair finishing my homework. Having a single room is great, but sometimes, like tonight, it’s lonely. I’m glad I got to move into the pack house, but I miss being at home with mom and dad. My name is Elenor Charlotte Miner, but most people just call me Ellie. I am seventeen years old, a senior in high school, and I am a werewolf. I am a pretty typical teenage girl, except for my healing abilities and strength.