Suster Ella Novels & Stories

“Once we’ve earned Lori’s trust completely, all of this will be over, and we’ll finally be able to return to our real lives.” “I know.” She squeezes his shoulder reassuringly. “Speaking of our sister…” Hunter says between bites. “Where is she? I haven’t seen her all evening.” “She’s resting,” Ella replies. “She spent the entire day finishing the painting for the competition. The girl barely remembered to eat until she’d submitted it.” Jace shakes his head with an affectionate smile. “That sounds exactly like Lori.” “It does.” Lucas agrees quietly. Ella’s gaze suddenly drifts toward the contract in front of him and her expression changes almost immediately.

The intensity of the violent fight through the arena hypnotized everyone. Like an invisible spirit, Alex came to the exit. I could only catch glimpses of Edward struggling under the guard. "Where do you think you are taking her?" A cold voice questioned, surprisingly. Alex turned to come face to face with Zen. "She needs rest," Alex answered. "Taking her to your room. You don't have to assume something odd." "Ella is required here. She can't leave," Zen said with a serene yet cold expression on his face. "Ella can return when she feels good. Besides, your mate is dying out there. Why don't you put more attention to that?" Alex asked mockingly.

Yvette stared at him, absorbing the nuances of his expression, the contours of his smile, and the love that emanated from his being. Turning towards Ella, the lady whose presence had become an integral part of her journey, Yvette was met with a radiant smile accompanied by tears. Ella's face, a testament to shared struggles and triumphs, invited Yvette into an embrace. Overwhelmed, Yvette called out, "Ella!" and their hug conveyed a silent understanding that transcended spoken words.

The throbbing in my pants became worse as her body writhed and shook uncontrollably. Her hands moved to my hair and I could feel her tugging and pulling my hair. “What's your name stranger” I asked, breathing against her navel. “Elara” she whimpered in Submission. “I intend to fuck you to seven hells today so I'm gonna need your hands tied up okay. By the way, my name's Dylan” I replied. Her lips parted slightly again shyly at my vulgar language but I could tell she wanted this as much as I did. I took my suit tie lying on the ground and tied her hands up for more access and less obstruction.

Bastien nodded. Kate, completely intimidated by the woman’s vibrant personality, shook her hand politely. —Nice to meet you, Kate. I’m Isabella, but call me Ella. I’m the sister of that useless man standing next to you —she said, pointing at Bastien with mischief. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in mock annoyance. —Well, this useless man sends you a juicy check every month so you can keep living your princess life. —It’s the least you could do. Having such a gorgeous sister like me doesn’t come cheap.

she said, her gaze returning to me. Before I could stammer out a response, Rufus stepped forward. "Actually, Ashley," he said, his voice tight, "this is my sister, Elara," Relief washed over me. Thank goodness Rufus sees me as his sister and not a lover anymore. "Oh, really?" The woman asked, jolting me out of my thoughts. I simply nodded, staring at her. "Elara, this is Ashley, one of my clients," he explained, gesturing towards the woman.

*Grace* “Gracie!” Ella squeals, her arms open wide for a hug, a bottle of wine clutched in tight fists at each end. “It’s been months! You have to quit holing up like a hermit and get out more.” Smiling, I hug my stepsister on the veranda, then step back, gesturing her inside. “How was your vacation?” Ella rolls her eyes. “Three weeks is too long to take a cruise with your kids and husband. Even if you are in a paradise of sun-bronzed young gods.” Laughing, she cuts a swift path to the fireplace to warm her hands.

Sof's Point of View "There is no way my sister is accepting you, bloodsucker," Ethan said, and then his eyes went to Ella's "Reject him now," Ethan said, but Ella didn't speak. I knew she couldn't reject King Edward even before I asked her, and she growled at me because I asked if she was going to reject him. There was no way Ella would reject her mate, the one that the Moon Goddess made for her. I knew she had been waiting to meet her mate, and she was sad she didn't meet him on her eighteenth birthday.

She turned and saw her. Ella. Tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored black skirt suit, her auburn hair gleamed under the sunlight. The sharp line of her jaw carried both elegance and authority, and her eyes—wolf’s eyes—assessed Lara in a heartbeat. “Oh.” The word was light, almost dismissive. “So this is the… Luna.” Lara’s brows knitted slightly. “And you are?” “Ella,” she replied smoothly, stepping closer. “Crane’s secretary. And his sister.” Her gaze raked over Lara, lingering just a fraction too long on her midsection. “I came to see him. He hasn’t shown up for work, which is… unusual.”

she added. "Ella, why didn't you tell that you have a suitor?" Elisa said while smiling widely at her daughter. Ella couldn't breathe; she was sweating bullets. "Can you repeat his name, Mom?" Ella asked, confirming what she had heard. "Blaze," Elisa answered. On cue, Blaze's voice resonated outside. "Sweet pea, please hear me out," Blaze said. Ella ran down the stairs and opened the front door. She saw Blaze holding his guitar, looking at her intently with his bandmates behind her. Ella gulped. She felt like the depths of his mesmerizing eyes were pulling her.