Novel & Cerita Elody

Not Another Love Song by Ella Mai. Off the Grid by Alina Baraz ft Khalid. And lastly; Calling My Phone by Lil Tjay ft 6LACK. There you go! * * * I've successfully watched the last episode of Ginny and Georgia, I was tired, and my butt felt sore from sitting on the cushion for so long. I looked outside and it was still bright, I checked the time seeing it was few minutes past six, my dad would be home in another one hour thirty minutes hopefully.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

They were slow, measured, and deeply deliberate. Elodia moved closer, crossing the carpet until she was standing right beside Zariel. She stepped in close enough that the boutique manager could no longer comfortably overhear her words. She came close enough that Zariel could smell the thick, heavy scent of her perfume, something expensive, cold, and predatory. When Elodia spoke again, her voice had dropped to a low, quiet hiss. It was a private murmur designed exclusively for Zariel's ears. "Enjoy that diamond while you still can, honey," Elodia whispered.

Her voice choked with emotion on the other end. "Come home this weekend. We've been waiting for you." "Okay." Three days later, my phone rang nonstop. It was an unfamiliar local number. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Hello? Is this Cole Newell?" A man's voice came through, slightly anxious. "Yes. What is it?" "Mr. Newell, I'm very sorry to disturb you so abruptly. I'm Ms. Ellison's assistant, Bruce Riley!" His voice was urgent. "Ms. Ellison requests that you come in as soon as possible! It's extremely urgent!"

Roman’s breath hitched. Elodie leaned back against the leather seat, eyes locked on his as she slid two slender fingers down her flat stomach and over her swollen mound. “Watch me, Mr. Ashford,” she whispered seductively. She parted her slick folds with her fingers, showing him everything—her pink, dripping inner lips, her tight little hole already clenching with need, and her swollen clit peeking out. A thick strand of her creamy arousal stretched and broke as she dipped her middle finger inside herself, moaning softly at the wet sound.

The house was very quiet, so quiet that only her breathing could be heard. It was rather boring, so after sitting for a while, she grabbed her coat and walked out of the house, intending to go to the nearby street for a stroll. Meanwhile, inside a car somewhere else that had just merged onto the highway, the driver was driving attentively. Odell sat by himself in the backseat. Ding ding. His phone chimed. He opened it and saw that it was a message from Lily. “Hey, I’m all ready. Are you done with work yet?”

Elodie sat on the edge of her bed, trembling. Tears streamed down her face again, softer this time, but just as heavy. Her voice was hoarse, fragile from all the weight it carried. “After the wedding,” she began, “I kept taking the medication like they told me to. Every morning, every night. Bitter pills that I didn't realize made me sick and weak. I was waiting to die.”

Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did. “And that’s Brody,” Teddy continued, nodding toward the redhead beside him. Brody was all freckles and charm, a mess of curls and a crooked grin that said he knew exactly how adorable he was. “I’m on bass. I provide the heart and the hips.” Just then, the door behind me swung open again. Ophelia stepped out, phone still in hand, frowning down at her screen. “Ugh,” she muttered. “He’s the devil in a Patagonia vest. I swear—oh.” Her gaze lifted, locking on Teddy first, then trailing to Thomas and Brody behind him. “Whoa.”

Elodie Now, here I am again… back at this monster’s home. My head is buried beside my neck. Words that cannot be uttered remain in my mind, pounding my heart as a pestle does to a mortar. Loud music fills the air, but somehow, it is no match for the voices screaming in my mind. I sit in the farthest corner, nursing down my third glass of tequila to dull the pain. I haven’t say a word. I just keep hearing the same three words over and over again:

In the world where social hierarchy exists, there’s an 8 year old girl who lives in an orphanage and works for money. She has golden hair, and rainbowed eyes. Her eyes can change depending on how she feels. If she’s angry, her eyes will turn to red, if she’s sad, her eyes will turn to blue, but her normal eye colour is golden brown. “Clementine!” the head of the orphanage shouted to her. She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head.