Ghosts Ellie Goulding 소설 & 이야기

Where did he go? "Elle come on let's go inside, we drawing attention to us" Elle nodded and followed Mia to be stopped by a TV presenter "Hello Miss Elle, what do you think about the famous Ethan Cephas?" By now, all cameras were on her trying to capture the moment. Elle pursed her lips before she said "I think Ethan Cephas is a ghost"

Breaking away from the body of the incarnate spirit form that is her daddy, Ellie sees a pair of misty strands of vapor escape from his body reaching out towards her chest, before slipping behind to her back. Missy at the same time brings both of her hands up to Ellie's face, turning it towards her own, saying softly, "Shut your eyes sweetheart the best is yet to come." Ellie reluctantly obeys her mother, shutting her eyes, despite wanting desperately to keep them open. She is simply wants to be able to keep an eye on what that damnable ghostly spirit that hovers directly in front of her shall do next.

I mumbled, holding her tighter. As we headed out of the room, we met Chris in the hallway. Ellie called again and told me to meet her at the venue for the wedding. Chris couldn't come with us because he was still known as the late Dr. Rowan, and not many people would be happy to see a ghost attending a wedding, I guessed.

more than anything. Ellie stared at her. Confused. Searching. “Then why does it feel like I’ve spent my whole life chasing a ghost? Giulia didn’t answer. She couldn’t, not yet So she just... cried sim lent, broken sobs. And Ellie, despite everything, pulled her close. Let her cry against her chest. Held her like a sister. Like a daughter like someone caught in the same damn web. After a while, Giulia fell asleep exhausted, hollowed out. Her fingers curled around Ellie’s like a child afraid of monsters. Ellie brushed the hair from her face gently. You’re the only one I have left, she whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. And I don’t even know who the hell you really are. She slipped out

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

He crossed the room in two strides and kissed me hard, like he was trying to erase whatever doubts Marcus had planted. But I pulled away at first. “Are you The Ghost, people keep talking about?” Elliot froze. His eyes darkened dangerously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I know you do,” I fired back. He grabbed my tie and yanked me forward again. “I’m in charge here, so you’ll keep quiet and do my bidding?” He spun me around and yanked my wrists behind my back. His silk tie came off fast, wrapping around my eyes as a blindfold, then binding my wrists tight.

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]

I lunge forward anyway, boots scraping the floor, breath sawing in and out like a rabid dog. “Rules, Echo,” Ghost grunts in my ear. “Fuck your rules,” I snarl, voice shredded. “She’s at Elaine’s. In a slutty fucking outfit. Dancing for strangers.” Blaze straightens his cut, rubbing the back of his head. “I tried to warn you before you saw the flyer, brother.” I rip free of their hold and snatch the crumpled paper off the floor. One look at her printed on it, red lace, skirt barely covering her ass, that wicked little smile aimed at the camera, and the roar that tears out of me is pure murder.

I couldn't bear to part with her, so I declined once more. That last phone call with me had truly upset Professor Kelley. Even when Gemma called me up a couple of weeks ago, I was worried he might still be angry with me. When Cecily saw my hesitance, her eyes flickered. She decided to lend me a hand. At the very next moment, she raised her voice and yelled into the office, "Nathan is back, Professor Kelley!" Startled, I instinctively covered Cecily's mouth with my hand, planting it right on top of her still-parted lips. They felt velvety and dewy as they pressed against my warm palm.

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---