Ellis Wakefield Novels & Stories

Paige had grabbed the wheel, causing the crash. When I arrived at the lab soon afterward, I barely made it to the entrance before the security guard stopped me. "Sorry, Ms. Hood, your access card is no longer valid." "That's impossible. I'm part of Dominic Davis' research team. The card must be malfunctioning. Just call him, and you'll see." The guard had seen me countless times before. So, he agreed and called Dominic. After a brief conversation, he handed me the phone. Dominic's voice came through, cold and detached. "You haven't shown up in two months. Did you think the research data would just wait for you?"

I’m a leaf on a current, pulled toward the one place my soul still recognizes as home. St. Augustine’s Hospital. Room 407. I pass through the wall like it’s mist. The room is dim, lit only by the cold, green glow of monitors. The air smells like antiseptic. And there I am. Elizabeth Wakefield. Or what’s left of her. She’s paler than the sheets. A sculpture carved from wax and wire. Tubes and lines snake from her arms, her nose, connecting her to the machines that go beep… beep… beep… in a rhythm that’s supposed to mean life. It sounds like a countdown.

Ellis Hawthorne stumbles back into the private executive suite as the door is shoved violently off its frame. Keaton Waverly marches across the threshold, his dark eyes locked onto Maribel Westbrook as she sits wrapped in a heavy blanket on the edge of the mattress. "Why did you follow me up here, Ellis?" Ellis asks, smoothing down his tailored lapels and throwing his hands up in irritation. "You actually expected me to buy that pathetic lie about having a private strategy breakfast with Maddox?" Keaton barks, stepping directly into Ellis’s space.

He felt Eloise seemed very interesting, so he decided to help her escape. Unexpectedly, Eloise managed to escape on her own, and he couldn't find her. “I mean, my name is Ellison, a new visitor. Lovely said" You’re the boss here. "I thought you’d care about your visitors.” Ellison took a sip of coffee and commented, “It tastes great.”

A brass nameplate on her vest read: Director of Academic Affairs - Eleanor Albright. "Excuse me, I need to check my class schedule." I spoke up, placing my old student ID on the polished wooden desk with a sharp clack. Ms. Eleanor looked up, scanning my neatly layered short hair and tailored trousers with the polite, distant gaze usually reserved for high-society heiresses. She picked up the card, swiped it through the reader, and entered my ID. The blue light from the monitor reflected in her bifocals, accompanied by a hollow beep.

Tyler Walter paused for a moment, and said: "Even if she's still alive after dodging, she's not the person we know. I hope that you and Daniel Burton can see her clearly earlier, and not be disturbed by her again." "You think it has something to do with your job?" "Maybe. That's all I have to say. You guys settle the rest yourselves. " Tyler Walter opened the car door and got off. William watched as his figure completely disappeared before starting the car again. Elise White was woken up by a nightmare. She looked at the time and realized it was almost 6 in the morning. She might as well stop sleeping. She got up, went to the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a sportswear and jogged arou

He reassured and when Ivy stopped crying, he stood up and walked towards her and pulled the blondie into the bedroom as he didn’t want to argue in front of Ivy. “Daddy?” She asked as soon as they were left alone. “Elise, if I truly sent the address to you, It must have been a big mistake. What I meant to send to you was my assistant’s contact. He is supposed to give you the address of your house. This place belongs to Hazel and Ivy.” He explained. Elise Warren was an internationally known singer, who was one of the top brand ambassadors of Westham Corporations and also Cade's high school classmate.

In the morning Ellis woke up early in the morning. He had breakfast with his team and got ready to go somewhere. "Where are you going today early in the morning?" Asked Ms. Kelly as soon as she saw Ellis come downstairs. "Don't you know? He must be going to meet that doctor." Said Cici. Ellis rolled his eyes and said "I am not going to meet him." "Then?" Asked Rain. "I am going home." Said Ellis. "Why? Didn't you say you will stay here until you complete your mission?" Said Jerry.

Ellis is a friend, an old friend, one time closer to me than even Marcus. Now, he works at the council as the youngest member. We sort of grew up together and only separated during college. I chose the field and he chose the desk. We do meet every now and then, especially at charity events when he also loves to donate to. Ellis is however very intelligent and consequentially, can be very cocky. Reason why I will be very careful. For all I know, he could even be part of Radcliffe's faction. “Heyy! Jax!!” He yells out when he answers the phone. “It's been a while.”

Realizing that something was not right, I quickly turned back and dashed into the room. Harold was holding a fruit knife with trembling hands, stabbing it repeatedly into Elise's belly. He turned back, grinning maniacally at me, his face covered in blood. "If she dies, Shana, no one else will stop us, right? We can pretend as if nothing happened and get married, and we can have children and become old together." "Have you gone mad?" I screamed. "Stop!" When I met his deranged gaze and saw how red his eyes were, I realized that he wasn't of sound mind, so I shouted for help and called the police.