All Chapters of Ellie Parkinson and The Realm of Evil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I was an insomniac that entire night after Matt dropped me home. My heart had been bulging with a mixture of gargantuan rage, revulsion, and shock, at Emily's despicably murderous acts. No matter how sulky, bad-tempered, and saucy she was, I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined that she would go to such an extent to take revenge. I was boiling with fury, still in disbelief that someone whom I knew, let it be an aggressive competitor, could stoop so low for a petty reason.  However, some part of me also felt pleasantly bewildered at the magical appearance of that angelic lady who saved my life. Was she an angel of God? Or could it be only a figment of my imagination in that

Holden's dramatic transformation and change in lifestyle seemed to have been the astounding result of a lottery of twenty thousand pounds that he had won a nearly a month ago, which he deserved, I believed, considering how he had sagaciously unlocked my psychic abilities and telepathic powers, and the potential peril in which he had placed himself during the process.  He led me inside the small room behind the counter, where my powers had been revealed to me. The room looked the same, except that a new set of couches had been placed there and instead of the tiny green bulb on the wall, a small but glowing chandelier hung from the ceiling right at the centre. He offered me a large mug of the finest French Vanilla coffee that I had ever tasted, as I gave him a detai

The second phase of my training turned out to be excessively intense and adrenaline rushing, as Holden had planned a three-hour session for me. As I stepped out of the elevator into the training arena, I discovered him standing upright with his chest thrown, fully dressed as a British soldier, wearing a khaki uniform with a bullet-proof waistcoat over it and a matching pair of heavy combat boots. Holden's new look surprised me pleasantly as I marched towards him, with my hand in a salute and he nodded approvingly. “Miss Ellie,” muttered Holden, removing a bullet-proof vest from a bag he held in his hand and handing it to me. “You are going to wear this bullet-proof vest during the entire session today,”

“Matt,” I cried, and gave him a tight hug while he still recovered from the pleasant shock of my presence in his highly secured underground cell.  “Ellie, how the hell did you break that glass? And how on earth were you able to sneak in here?” Matt blurted out insanely, touching me as though he couldn't believe I was a solid human. “I will explain everything later, I have very less time,” I asserted, releasing him. “First answer the question for which I have taken so much risk. Did you kill Emily and her boyfriend Broderick? Matt eyed me resentfully at my question and move

The despicable memory of the terror I witnessed in ‘The Tent of Wonders' remained etched to my brain for nearly three weeks, making me lose my appetite as well as sleep. Mum and dad along with my brothers started becoming worried about me, as I hardly ate anything much during dinner and remained awake at night like a zombie, staring outside the window. I couldn't manage to remove that repugnantly pathetic image of Madam Maxima lying in her chair, electrocuted. And whenever I closed my eyes her deathly face along with the figure of that evil creature hovered in front of my eyes. Some days I