Ellie Williams Novels & Stories

"Aren't you sad?" She shrugged. "It's just stuff. I can make more stuff." "What about the people? A lot of people just died!" Ellie kept walking. "How long have you lived there? How many of those people did you know? And now it's just gone." Ellie stopped and turned. Her brown eyes studied his face for a moment and her mouth twisted to the side in thought. "Yes, I will miss those people and it is sad. But this is war. Right now, the enemy has won this battle and standing here mourning won't change anything, except slow us down and get us caught. Those people, the ones that bombed us, are going to be counting the bodies and when they find a lot more stuff than bodies, they are going to be sea

​The dining room table was too long for two people who weren't talking. Ellie sat three chairs down from me, her fingers turning a piece of dry toast over and over on her plate without taking a bite. She had dressed for the charity gallery in a plain cream dress that made her look even thinner than she was. Her hair was pulled back, tight and neat, but the gray light from the tall window showed the faint blue shadows under her eyes. ​"You need to eat," I said. My own coffee had gone cold twenty minutes ago.

Then she smiled a soft smile— warm on the outside, burning on the inside: “Do you remember… how warm I was?” Adel shot her a warning look, terrified that Naomi might catch even a single word. But Nelly was no longer a woman who feared anything. She had become something else entirely… A woman who knew her weapon, knew her strength, and knew she held one card that could change everything— The marriage contract they had signed together. She was practicing her rights as a woman and a wife… with a boldness that knew no shame,

ALEX The passing hour had become a blur, every second monopolized by the captivating woman sitting next from me. Ellie, with her poised, intelligent demeanor, had a gravitational pull, making the raucous ambiance of the Vegas nightlife fade into mere background noise. It's rare to find such an intriguing blend of beauty, wit, and sass, and I found myself hanging on her every word.

Max Ellie picked up her nieces from school today and everyday the past two weeks.. She has left a couple hours early at work, but she makes them up by coming in early. Ellie makes them dinner, helps with sight words, and gives them a bath. James picks them up when he gets off work. Tonight after Kelsey and Kaylee leave, I sit down on the couch and wait for Ellie. She took Kelsey and Kaylee downstairs to meet James. When Ellie arrives back upstairs, I notice how exhausted she look. “El, are you alright?” I asked as she sits next to me. She nods, but doesn’t say anything. I pull her into my lap. She willingly lays against me with her head on my chest.

"When do I expect you? In case there's something I need to get ready for you." Ellie thought about that and said, "In the next three days I should be there." Then she ended the call, looked to the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. She knew what she was getting herself into. And Ellie was aware that there would be no going back on it. She wasn't just going to be enacting revenge on David Whitehall alone. She would be doing the same to Lily Summers, her own sister. *** The next morning, Ellie went to her boss's office and requested an issuance for the transfer of her position to the new branch.

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

She says as she sits next to me and holds my hand. “Okay I guess you are right.” I say. “Wow, you listen to her in a go but not to me even after I begged and pleaded. This is unbelievable.” “Well, she is listening to the boss.” Eleanor says as she snaps her fingers. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss.” Lucas enunciates each and every word.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”