Temptation Series Ella Frank Novels & Stories

" It is morning. The search would be done before tonight so I can return to my room by night." " You will be discharged later in the day. You will stay with Lila until it is night and then you will spend under my protection." She did not respond. She went back to lying on the bed. Her face was expressionless. I started out the door and bumped into Contessa and Maximo. " I hear Ella Amato attempted suicide. Poor little thing. Life must be hell for such a damsel to want to take her own life. How pathetic!" Contessa said at the top of her voice, turning over and over again to bring an uninterested Maximo into the conversation.

A pause, then a response from an unmistakable voice - Trent's. "But Damien hasn't groveled at your feet yet. So why quit now when we're only halfway there?" I barely registered the caption printed beneath: "Ella has been using Trent to get back at Damien. But now that her plan is complete, she's moved onto her next conquest. Poor, poor Trent." This couldn't be happening...how could someone manipulate our private conversation like that and put such a twisted spin on everything. I raised my head slowly, shrunken under the weight of dozens of judgemental stares aimed my way. The raw hurt and fury blazing in their eyes very nearly took my breath away.

Her stepmother was glaring at her even now, standing across the dance floor, pretending to watch her daughters dance with two buffoons who were tripping all over themselves to see how easy the girls were--which Ella knew from the stories they shared at dinner, if a guy had the right name, they were pretty damn easy. “Should I talk to Teresa about encouraging you to get out of the house?” Tim asked. Ella shrugged. “You can if you’d like, but I doubt she’ll side with you. She seems to like me being home.” “Probably because she knows you outshine those two idiot daughters of hers any day of the week.” “Anna and Drew are beautiful. And they’re not… idiots.” She wasn’t sure about that second part

"Lara was a gold digger. A manipulative, attention-seeking bitch. like I said before, if I had a brother, I’d do everything in my power to make sure she never came near him." Ella leaned forward slowly, her face now inches from Janis's. "Then be glad you don’t have one. Because if I find out you’re lying to me..." Her voice dipped, soft as silk and cold as steel. "...you won’t have to worry about Lara ever again. You’ll be begging for mercy long before you see her face." Janis swallowed hard, her confidence wilting under the weight of Ella's glare. "I—I told you what I know." Ella leaned back, smiling like a satisfied predator.

NOAH; irresistible. I'm trying to keep it together. I promised myself to just make her feel better, have fun with her in the basement but something about her keeps breaking my rules. She looked so innocent, I don't know, I just love it and it would be very bad to let someone else mark her. Jace doesn't just know what he has and I will help him. I didn't want to get entangled, I tried so hard to fight it, I have felt the need to get sexual with anyone for such a long time.

flashed on the screen, then smashed it against my forehead. "Climbing the social ladder, huh?" he sneered. Ella poked his chest, smirking. "A chairman? Girl, you're two-timing my buddy with some crusty old suit? Bet you're staging this to scam cash and run off with him." She stepped closer, drawing a vial of sickly green liquid from a prop container. "Time to fix this skank." Herbert egged her on, practically bouncing with excitement. "Genius! Strip her down, cage her up, and let the guests gawk."

Her hair was in dark waves down her spine. The moonlight spilled through the broken windows, illuminating her like she belonged in the shadows. Like she thrived there. “Where is she?” I growled. Ella slowly turned, her lips lifting into a smirk. “Still impatient. Some things never change.” “Cut the bullshit, Ella. What do you want?” She tilted her head, studying me with an unsettling calmness. “Rohan, Rohan… always so tense. I told you already. I want you to obey.”

But her eyes— Her eyes darkened with something dangerous. Because for the first time, she realized something she didn’t want to admit. John wasn’t falling into temptation anymore. He was falling for Christiana. And that changed everything.

She trembled through it, mascara streaking, lips parted in wrecked gasps. I let her catch her breath, then tilted her chin up. “Tomorrow,” I said, “we go further. No more clothes. No more pretending this is research.” Her dilated, and desperate eyes searched mine. “Promise?” I smiled. Slow. Predatory. “Promise.” The fifth day dawned cold and gray. Ella appeared in the kitchen wearing nothing but one of my old flannel shirts unbuttoned to her navel, sleeves rolled, hem brushing the tops of her thighs. No bra. No panties. The dark shadow between her legs glistened when she moved.

“Miss Ella, you impersonated Miss Leah’s sister in an attempt to fraudulently obtain this property. That constitutes deception. Why are you still here?” Ella’s voice pitched higher. “I—I’m a paying client! I have an appointment! There’s a royal banquet tonight—I was invited—and I need you to do my hair and makeup. I booked months ago!” I crossed my arms. “Funny. I couldn’t help overhearing you promise—if you lied to Master Lindo, you’d never set foot in his salon again. Sounds like you’re a woman of your word. So… time to go.” Ella stomped her foot like a toddler. “No! I’m not leaving! I have an appointment!”