Romans & histoires Male Gaze Ellie Williams

She made a beeline for Elijah's office, noticing he wasn't working but rather lounging and scrolling through his phone, clearly on the hunt for some steamy pics on social media. "Hey, babe," Elara called out, catching his attention as he hadn't noticed her presence due to being 'wolfless.' "Elara?!" Elijah stood up abruptly, swiftly hiding his phone in his pocket, indicating he was up to something not so innocent. "What are you doing here?" Elijah asked, unable to resist being captivated by his girlfriend's beauty. Elara's sleek, waist-length black hair cascaded down, framing her face, while she wore a white off-shoulder fitted blouse paired with denim flare pants that accentuated her curves

It wouldn't surprise me if he had planned to kill me once he finished his little game with me. Yet, the way he had looked at me and touched me... I was having a hard time believing that was the case. It felt too real, too different. My short time with him made me feel things I had never felt before and never expected to in my future arranged mating. "Those men are coming here today to fight for your hand, some of them against their will, and you show up looking like you were just doing yard work. Show a little decency!" Ellie snapped, and I felt my cheeks burn under her glare.

I remind her and she shrugs cheerily. Considering my dad even agreed proves that it is truly a miracle. “Just be patient,” She tells me. She knows I am not a patient person; as we walk toward the front gate, my anxiety continues to build up. As soon as we reach the gate, one of the guards stops us. “Miss Ellie, is your father aware that you are out here?” He asks me and I look to Selena. She gives me a small nod. “Yes, he is,” I reply confidently.

"But as two gentlemen, we ought to send this lady her home safe and sound, right?" Collin sneakily scoffed at what Mr. Bruce said. He remained silent while his frosty breaths were in contrast with the air. He quietly pulled the door to the driver's seat, sitting inside with his shivering body, buckled his seat belt up and adjusted the rear view mirror a bit, catching Oriel's uncomfortable look in it. He adjusted the mirror further to right and saw Mr. Bruce incessantly staring at her. He grabbed the wheel tightly with one hand, revved the engine with the other and slowly stepped on the accelerator.

Her white and smooth skin was very noticeable and her healthy future also grabbed my attention which gave me warmth. I can say that Ellie is capable of getting the attention of any man she meets because of the beauty and sexy she has. A girl’s beauty and sexy body is one of my weaknesses. Fortunately, I was able to control myself. "Sister Ellie is beautiful!" James exclaimed behind me. I looked at him and stared. "Can you close your fvcking eyes?" He immediately averted his gaze from Ellie and bowed to me. “What’s this, earth? Seriously! The land we are treading on is beautiful.”

My girl is fighting now. I hope she wins. Brian Willis is double, if not triple than her. Elle can barely reach his shoulder. It starts. Elle stands motionless in the middle of the arena and seems to be analyzing Willis. Willis is the kind of fighter who relies on strength. And usually it works. He is extremely powerful.

Thomas hadn’t slept in three nights, his eyes sharper than ever as he stood like a stone at the west end of the mansion, watching every car that turned the gravel path. The Finns were celebrating something and it was not for the world to know, it was for them, for Ellie. For her war, for their revenge, for a ghost that had refused to die. Upstairs, in the master suite, Ellie stood in front of the gold-framed mirror. The silk of her crimson dress clung to her body like it had been born there, shaped by violence and desire. Her lips were painted the same blood-red, perfectly lining the curve of her smirk. Her long golden blonde hair, natural, unbothered, let down — spilled like honey down her

Could he look any more desperate? Ellie bit her lip seductively as she stared at me. “Can you come, Louis?” She walked towards me, shaking her ass like she was on a catwalk, practically shoving Keelan out of the way. Keelan folded his arms awkwardly as Ellie started tracing my face with her long nails. “Erm, I’m not sure I can make it,” I said awkwardly, taken aback by the physical contact. “I’m helping my mum with something.”

Keep it in your pants, Lana fucking Monroe. “So you don’t think that Aaron Carlsen is one fine ass man? You don’t think he is a whole, edible and delicious snack? You don’t think he is like one of the most sexiest men to exist?” Ellie asked, leaning closer to me, her eyes boring into mine. I felt uncomfortable sitting there while they stared at me, I felt myself squirm in the seat, swallowing hard and nodded. “Sounds like you might need a visit to the ophthalmologists.” Sasha says dismissively as Ellie clicked her tongue in agreement.

She muttered to herself On the other hand, Giselle was walking so fast that Ellie almost couldn't keep up. All her frustrations are building up that she doesn't want to look back. The only thing she could even think right now is how much she wanted to destroy both of them in a satisfying way. A tear is building up in her eyes as she keeps remembering how his husband’s lips already touched and tasted Isla’s skin. “Giselle, wait up!” Ellie finally called her. Giselle slowed down until she paused, she placed her hands on her knees as her breathe kept getting heavy. She clenched her knuckles on her chest. She couldn't hold it back anymore, her tears kept falling as she sobbed and was on her knee