Suster Ella Novels & Stories

So I hurriedly said, “But big thanks to Erik. He appeared at the right time.” “Really?” Ella smirked and stepped towards Erik. Draping her arms around his shoulder, she said, “He is a brother of Great Ella Royal. I know he will not let anything wrong to happen.” Then she chuckled like a small baby. I was satisfied with her appearance. “Okay, okay, it's time for bed,” I suggested. Ella stepped towards the couch, plonked on it, and said, “Who knows that I am not feeling my feet today. I can't climb stairs. So, I will be sleeping here tonight. This couch is just right, soft, and comfortable.”

Rhea’s voice broke with sobs, every muscle trembling as she clung to her sister. Elara’s face softened. Her eyes filled with tears, but her lips curved into a sad smile. “You already have.” Rhea’s heart cracked. “No! Don’t say that! Please—” Her sister shook her head, her grip loosening. “It’s all right, little moon. It will all be fine.” “Elara, no! Don’t you dare—” But Elara’s hand slipped, their fingers breaking apart as she plummeted into the void, her figure swallowed by the storm of red and black below.

I took a deep breath and then picked it up. " Good evening Miss Susan" I greeted. " How are you dear? " " I'm fine, thanks for asking. " There was a pause " okay, I've been trying Ella's line but she isn't picking up, I hope all is well over there?" I forced a smile even though she couldn't see me " yes we are fine. Ella is asleep already. She's spending a night in my place " " oh okay" I'm sure she still finds it suspicious. " Don't worry miss Susan, we had a lot to drink so Ella passed out first " I lied.

He never gave up, no matter how hard things became. My name is Ella Mark, twenty-eight years old. I’m the only daughter of Stephen and Susan Mark, two of the most well-known and respected people in our community. To them, I’ve always been their precious girl, their pride and joy. I grew up surrounded by love, comfort, and privilege.

She pulled Clinton toward Lyra "Look who we have here... My sister" Lyra rolled her eyes before licking her ice cream. "I don't remember having a sister except for Tia," she smirked. Ella waved her hand before saying "That isn't my business though. As you can see, I'm so busy with my husband. If you will excuse us" "Husband?" Tia couldn't help but ask. The last time she checked they were only dating. Ella flaunts her ring to her to see that she was happily married to Clinton, Tia gasped. Somehow, she was praying for her to change so she could go back to Ryan. That boy was too good to be abandoned by his mother at that little age

Her tears tore through her, and she took another long pause. While my thoughts finally aligned and my question answered, Ella was the Alpha’s daughter.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Ken let out a long breath, his voice softer but filled with hatred aimed directly at Elle. "Elle...," he said, emphasizing each word hatefully, "That girl is a murderer, Lucas. She and her family slaughtered the entire Alpha Hernandez family. They killed Elara!" Ken said it in a heavy, emphasized tone. "Emma told me everything." Lucas' face instantly paled, his body frozen in place. The name Elara, the name of his lost sister, pierced him like a cold knife in the middle of this snowy night. "No way... Elle? Kill Elara?" he whispered, almost inaudibly, his eyes staring blankly at the now downcast Elle.

A soft knock on the door made Lydia glared up. "I'm not expecting anyone. Am I?" She stood up and walked over to the door. She opened the door and frowned when she saw who it was. "Who are you?" She asked and the young lady smiled. "I don't know you either but I'm here to see Jasmine." The young lady replied, Lydia rolled her eyes at her in disbelief. "And you are?" "She's my sister. Oops, let me save you the stress. I'm Ella." She said with a beautiful smile.

To her, Rose will always be the evil stepmother while Brittney and Eva will always be her irritating younger sisters. Ella laughed a bit as she saw that everything including the house belonged to her, but for now she was going to keep her cool and watch how things unfold in the near future. ‘In the final week before my wedding, I got a surprise from an old acquaintance of mine well not acquaintance but a very dear friend of mine.’ The summer sun was just rising and Ella was still in bed tired from the revenue choosing she did yesterday. Her phone sprung to life as it played the caller tone which was loud enough to wake Ella up.

Tears streamed down Svetlana’s face, but she no longer sobbed aloud—the world was quiet, white, and deadly, and in the snow-hush even the sound of crying could be their death sentence. Andrei tugged her braid: “There, there, little sister,” he whispered. “I won’t leave you, I promise.”