Ellie Williams Tattoo Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat before he explained to her that Sofia was Ryo’s former lover. Ellie felt a tug in her heart as she looked at the two up stage. She forgot to listen to the translation that’s playing in her ear. Her eyes fixed on Ryo and Sofia. “It’s only for work,” she told herself. She repeated it several times until she believed it. After the quick question and answer, the fans lined up to have their merch signed. Ellie contemplated if she would queue up like the rest. “I’m already here, might as well,” she told herself. She stood up and walked up to the queue like everyone else. “Your name?” he asked without lifting his head. “Ellie.”

she curled more Into him, he held her as she began to sob again "It's all my fault" " No, it's not" "Yes it is" "You were doing what you could have done when everyone else would go to sell her body" Williams defended her. "But I am still selling the body anyways" she buried her head in his shoulder as fresh tears began to flow. She noticed something she had seen earlier and touched it, the tattoo. She had seen his body tattoo all of it almost meaningless but the lonely one seems significant. She traced it with her smallest finger and read out the words absentmindedly. Flashback of Williams hitting Michael displayed itself and she flinched. If Michael should be out there he must be up to some

Cassandra’s POV Maybe I’d misheard him. Ellie was in jail awaiting her court date. She was being charged with multiple crimes, including two accounts of attempted murder: messing with Stanley’s medication and shooting Dillon. Plus kidnapping, of course. They weren’t even allowing her bail this time. After the court date, Ellie would be in jail for a very long time. “I’ll give Ellie what I owe her,” Vivienne sighed. What she owes her? Why would Vivienne owe Ellie anything?

“You’re a terrible liar.” I gripped the panda neck pillow tighter, wishing it could somehow swallow me whole. “Look, it’s none of your business. It’s just a case I worked on. That’s all.” But Elian didn’t back down. Instead, he leaned back in his seat, arms casually crossed over his chest, his snake tattoo peeking from under his sleeve as if it were watching me too. I tried to ignore the weight of his stare, but it felt impossible when his presence practically crackled with quiet intensity.