Ghosts Ellie Goulding Novels & Stories

It would find a "Glitch." ​Through my binoculars, I saw her hand hover over the plate. She looked hesitant. For a split second, the "Ghost" mask slipped, and I saw the girl from Highgate—the one who was afraid of the dark, the one who just wanted to be loved. ​I reached out my hand into the empty air, my fingers tracing her silhouette from a hundred feet away. ​"You can do it, Elara," I whispered into the wind. "Show them why a Blackwood doesn't need a scent to rule."

"How would I know? That brat is never gonna die that easily! Don't bother me with her nonsense unless she's dead!" Grandma tried to say more, but Mom abruptly hung up. Standing beside the car, Martin worriedly chimed in, "Ellie's not that kind of kid. Why don't you try calling her?" Mom scoffed. "Only the good die young, while she's a wicked kid. Anyone else might be in danger, but not her!" With that, she opened her WhatsApp and sent several voice messages in our chat. "Eloise Hawthorne! Are you seriously ghosting us? Call your grandma back right now, or get out of the house!"

Ellie smirked. “And who do you think is speaking?” She teased. Crystal furrowed her eyebrows and thought for a while. “Betty?” She guessed. “Betty?!” Ellie remarked incredulously and stood up from her queen sized bed. “Wait… I know this voice. Ellie!” She yelled. Ellie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, it’s me.” She answered. “Oh my goodness, Ellie. You have gotten a new phone.” She said still surprised. “Yeah. Lots of things happened. Will you love to visit me?” She asked as she saw Elsa come into the room. She was dressed in designer flora gown, with a Christian Dior bag marched with a Louis Vuitton wedge.

“So…it is done? Have you finally gotten rid of the hybrid?” I hesitated. One for a fraction of a second, but it was enough for Gira to notice. His sharp gaze flickered with something unreadable, his shoulders stiffened so slightly. He had been with me for centuries, so I knew he could read off my body language without me voicing my thoughts out. “Yes,” I answered, my voice was as cold as the grave. “Ellie Allan is dead.” Gira said nothing at first. His expression was unreadable but. But still, I fit his scrutiny as if it were a blade held to my throat.

** “She was the heartthrob of countless fans, capturing hearts from the tender age of three. With her sweet and melodious voice, she dominated the industry for years, singing for movies, albums, and live performances. But her sudden departure from the stage left fans heartbroken—until now. After years away, Ellaya Stone has returned, setting the world ablaze with her electrifying performance. Is this the beginning of her comeback? The world is watching.” --- “Sophia, what the hell are you watching?” The deep voice startled the teenage girl, and she quickly swiveled her head toward her older brother. “Big bro!” she chirped, flashing him a mischievous grin. “I’m watching my favorite singer, du

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

All glory to this bitch and her Mr arrogant. "Wife?!" We all snap to that angelic voice of this Ellie, the ghost woman. Why is she astounded? Why is she creaking hurt, huh? What was she expecting? That Jerol was still waiting for her after that long and given the way she arrogantly left him? She must be...

“While my daughter remembers being seven years old and promising you forever under these same ghosts?” He drove into her slick, cum-filled pussy in one savage thrust, stretching her wide. Elara moaned sharply as he fucked her hard and deep against the pillar, the wet, filthy squelching of his cock stirring the creamy mess inside her echoing in the small space. The ghosts of the Bound Spirits hovered around them, translucent faces watching with luminous hunger.

He gasps, his tone mocking. “Look at her,” I sigh. “That is not Aeliana right now. The way she speaks, her mannerisms, look at that..” I point to the hair she keeps twirling. “Ellie has never done that, she’s acting just like Riley.” “Who is Riley?” He sighs, his tone tired. “Riley Vanderbilt,” I tell him. “The movie star she would role-play as when we were kids. That’s who she’s embodying right now. I don’t understand why…” I trail off.

I watched Nellie clutch our mother's lifeless body, wailing in despair before she finally went quiet and called for a car to the funeral home. Eli, who had been hiding off to the side the entire time, clearly hadn't expected my mother's death either. Panic was written all over his face, and he rushed to report everything to Helena. As expected, the news made her lose her grip. An expensive porcelain piece slipped from her hands and shattered across the floor. "How… How could she die? I… I never meant for this! Where is Nellie?" "Nellie has gone to the funeral home to make arrangements," Eli replied, then added, "Nathan hasn't appeared at all."