Jt Ellison Books Novels & Stories

she said. "We're not conventional." "The eleven sentences about the man in his father's house," she said slowly. Working it through. "About recognizing things," I said. "About the distance between what was and what is." She looked at the table. Eleanor watched us have this exchange without interrupting. "Yes," Elara said finally. "That one." "I'll find the book." Eleanor looked between us. "I'd like to hear it," she said. I went and found the book after dinner and read the passage aloud at the table while the lamb dishes sat empty between us and the March night pressed against the windows.

Even if he were only doing it for me. Elliot said he loved you before you blacked out. “You said something last night...... I appreciate you trying to make me feel better.” “Lilliana, goddamnit, get over here,” he ordered. Biting my bottom lip, I hesitated before crawling towards the adjoining wall. Elliot’s eyes burned my skin as he stared at me with a foreign expression. I wanted to jump inside of his mind and dissect every word; every thought. He was like a book full of empty pages. Or maybe they’re not empty, I’ve just not figured out the code to read them. I want to run my fingers over each one. Maybe the words are there, I just need to slow down and really feel them.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

“You deserve all the pretty things in the world, Tessa.” “And I will make sure my entire life that you get just that.” END OF BOOK 2—ELIAS’ STORY COMING NEXT

I took more deep breaths. "Would you like some ice water?" Ellis went to get up, and I stopped him. "No, no, I'm alright. Thank you though. You don't need to." I waved him away. "So, what happened when you ended up with him?" "I sure as hell didn't give him money if that's what you're trying to ask," Ellis laughed and sat back in his chair. "I gave him a job and the resources to start up a business. I wanted him to learn how to make something out of nothing." He scoffed, "The boy had more of a jumpstart than me. I had nothing to begin with and amassed an empire. He should feel lucky."

“The good news is NorthBridge doesn’t care about gossip if the money is clean.” “And the bad news?” “The world loves a woman they can forgive. It hates one they underestimated.” Elena gave her a dry look. “You should write motivational books.” “I would, but prison limits distribution.” That pulled a real laugh from her. Still, beneath the humor, the old anger stirred. She had spent years rebuilding her name from ashes someone else lit. And now the past was knocking again. Fine. Let it knock. That afternoon, Eli’s school gym was filled with the kind of chaos only children and folding chairs could create.

Eli, with a warm smile and a calm presence, was helping organize books and reading materials for children. Their first conversation was lighthearted, revolving around the children they were helping, the chaos of organizing volunteers, and shared humor over small mishaps. Yet, beneath the surface, there was an undeniable connection—a sense of ease and understanding that Selene hadn’t felt in years. Eli’s demeanor was gentle, respectful, and attentive, qualities that immediately set him apart from the relationships of her past.

And then the heartbreak when they realized she didn’t lover them enough, locked in that freefall from her hands to the box. Why am I such a fucking dumbass? Ellie moved so freely and carelessly, acting as judge, jury, and executioner to her collection. Almost as if the books couldn’t feel anything. I wanted so badly to open my mouth. To ask her what made her reject everything she dropped. How she decided every meticulous detail in her room. And there was meticulous detail. I saw it in the methodical way she kept her nightstand, her closet, her bathroom. How she walked even. Did this kind of madness settle in when someone got locked away with another person for days on end? Had I lost my mind

The archives smelled of smoke. Not the cozy kind from the hearth, but the acrid, chemical stench of magic—faint, but enough to make Elara’s scar tingle. She’d spent three days buried in Eleanor’s journals, and still, the words “the fire comes next” burned in her mind like a brand. Ellie sat at her feet, sorting through a pile of leather-bound books, her tiny fingers tracing the sigils on their covers. Every so often, she’d pause, tilt her head as if listening to a secret, and tuck a book aside.

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.