Elody Novels & Stories

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:

he introduces a tiny woman who comes around from behind his large frame. The first thing I notice is her large baby bump, a sudden empty feeling fills inside me but I'm quick to shove it far back in my mind. I move forward to give her a friendly hug, she smiles brightly "welcome luna Celeste" she greets sweetly. Helen is about 5'3 with jet black straight hair, her eyes are the color of honey with thick eyebrows above them, her full lips have been stretched into a smile since the moment we've arrived.

She shook her head. I wished she had answered it. Her ringtone was the 1961 version of can't help falling in love which meant that Elvis Presley's voice lingered through the spaces between us. It was odd how things both beautiful and ugly took place. The poor neighborhood and its old establishments did not quite add up to the cerulean skies and the vintage melodies. Much the same to how I am no match to Catherine. It was a relief when the song stopped playing. Catherine turned off her phone after that.

And everything happens for a reason~ It's all a blessing in disguise~ I used to question who I was~ well now I see~ The answer is in your eyes~" He searches her eyes and they sang together again. This time, their voice is a bit slower. "Cause baby, everything you are~ "Is everything I need~ you're everything to me~ "Baby, every single part~ is who you're meant to be~ "Cause you were meant for me~ "And you're everything I need~"

Lydia came that afternoon with fresh linens and no introduction beyond her own name, offered flatly as she stripped the bed without preamble or ceremony: "Lydia." She was older, compact, built with the economy of movement that accumulated over decades of work done well and without announcement. Eastern European accent, thick and unhurried, the kind of accent that had stopped apologizing for itself a long time ago. She moved through the room the way people moved through spaces they had been moving through for years, without consulting it, without adjusting to it, simply occupying it with the comfortable authority of familiarity.

Finally he set the place and sent a team of designers to get her all ready for him. Meave's P.O.V. Meave arrived to the designated meeting place right on schedule. She was a punctual girl, and evidently this was no ocassion or time for her to deviate or delay. Everything happened so freaking fast, Élodie the designer that was what she said her name was when she came to the house and had her all glammed and dressed up in more provocative clothes than normal. Which wasn't what she was used to but she didn't seem to mind tho.

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.