Ellis Stories Novels & Stories

“I am Lira. A wanderer. I never stayed long enough to be found. I listened. I watched. I remembered names when others forgot them.” One by one, they spoke. A former scholar who memorized rituals because books were too dangerous to keep. A warrior who lost his mate during a purge and never lifted his blade again until now. A quiet man who said little beyond his name and the words, “I survived because someone else did not.” Each story was different. The pain was not. Elise listened to all of them. When the last voice fell silent, she exhaled slowly. “This is what remains of us,” she said. “Not because we were weak. Because we were hunted. Because we were erased.”

Saige and I shared a look of confusion before looking back at Ellis who stared at her hands in her lap. "I'm sorry I haven't reached out all these years to let you know I was okay. After finding out my mother had been killed I thought the worst of you too. I was forced into servitude for vampires and managed to track you down. I wish this was under better circumstances but this will be the last you will hear from me. In this box are two hoodies. One for Kaia and one for Saige; these were their favorite hoodies of mine. I've decided I'm not cut out for this world. I can't live my own life without potentially getting Kaia and Saige in trouble. So I will do everyone a favor and do to me as my m

I was so engrossed in him sucking my sensitive nipples I barely noticed him pulling my trousers down until he was stroking my hairy pubes. We parted for a moment and Ellis told me to sit on the edge of the bed and I meekly complied. He pulled my pants off then told me to 'part my legs' which I did and he stroked my pubes as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his work shorts. "Lie back and lift your legs." He said forcefully and I did as I was told. Ellis knelt in front of me and buried his face in my sopping pussy.... making me gasp and pant as I wrapped my legs over his shoulders.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Kellan will be here soon. It’s time. When he demanded my secret from me last night, I thought first of lying, but he held my orgasm ransom until I told him what he wanted to know. “What’s the one fantasy you’ve never told anyone?” he asked. I was on my back, spread wide before him, open to his gaze. His arm stretched out across my leg, hand grip- ping me right at the juncture of hip and thigh, while his elbow pinned me to the bed. I would’ve said it made me feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t.

she asked, withdrawing her hands. Bernard removed his hands from the table and dropped them to his laps. “I don’t want to lie to you Luyando. It’s a fact that I want to earn your trust and love again…but, at this point in my life, my loyalty doesn’t just belong to you.” Luyando bolted up from her chair. “Then I guess you leave me no choice.” She told him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bernard asked. “I am going to tell everyone that I bumped into you and you threatened to kill me if I told anyone that you are back in town.”

To everyone’s shock, I flung the red wine back at Sandra Band, and the scattered droplets stained Ellis’s beloved white dress. Ellis’s displeased gaze settled on me. “I already apologized on Sandra’s behalf. “Don’t take my affection for granted and just do whatever you want.” Affection? Ellis’s so-called affection had always been her way of toying with me, watching me humiliate myself for her amusement. She had once left me in the mountains, where I struggled for three days to survive and barely returned alive, while my right leg was left permanently injured. When I delivered medicine to her in a storm and was drenched until my lungs became infected, she vanished without a trace.

(A short story) ‘I'M NOT JUST a pretty face, you know!’ To be honest, I’m not even one. I’m more what you'd call ‘bonny’, but Ellis was either too kind or too clever to contradict me. ‘Neither am I,’ she murmured, not strictly responding to my tipsy rantings. Who cared anyway? She was smiling that smile again, the one that'd driven me mad for three weeks and posed far more questions than it answered. Three weeks ago Ellis Delaheigh had arrived from the States to take charge of Jackson-Wordsworth Associates, but for me she’d stirred up far more than the management structure! One look at the divine Ellis and my suspicions about myself grew ...

Next was the young woman, Ellis, who had escaped but never spoken publicly before. “I never filed a report,” she said, her voice low. “I was afraid. But I recognized him. That smile. That soft voice. It’s how he lured you in. I signed up for what I thought was a leadership internship. Instead, I was taken to a facility I couldn’t leave without permission. When I escaped, they threatened my family. So I ran.” “Why come forward now?” Serena asked. Ellis’s lip trembled. “Because Clara didn’t get to run. And someone has to say it. And like the others, she was probably forced to do illegal stuff that probably led to her family's dead.”

She left them with no choice but to rack their brains and tell her everything they had ever heard, whether it was family gossip or tales of ghosts and gods. She also had an excellent memory. Once she heard something, she would remember it perfectly and often double-check to see if it was true. Carissa and Rafael had once joked about sending Elise to Meadow Ridge for a while, just to give everyone a bit of peace. So, they did just that. But after only a few days of being spoiled and adored by the folks there, someone brought up the idea of keeping her permanently, and every single person shook their head rapidly. Especially Everett. He took one look at her bright eyes and quick tongue, pulled