Second Excerpt from Fictional Novel: Ellory
Ellen Effy Su. August 3, 2025.
“Do you think Kellen is down in the dumps? I never thought I would see the day when Kellen pines over someone. I feel guilty about suggesting Bethany be tested. Maybe he would be happily married today if we hadn’t messed with his original proposal plan,” Ellory glumly recollected to her boyfriend.
“Ella, you need to relax. Take your mind off it. We shouldn’t meddle again, but Kellen will be fine. He’s always fine,” Elliot rolled his eyes as he flipped a crepe in the pan.
It was Sunday morning, and their new ritual was making crepes. Sweet, fluffy, thin pancakes that usually induced a smile on Ellory’s groggy face in the early hours between 5 and 6.
“Elliot, I’m going to hire a working girl from Roppongi to fly out and seduce Kellen, so he can have some quality company and move on from silly Beth,” Ellory thought of an elaborate scheme to help Kellen.
“Ellory, I don’t think Kellen wants a hooker to hold his hand.”
Kellen sounded exasperated, but he wanted to hear more.
“Why Roppongi? Out of all of the places in the world, why there?” Kellen paused before looking into Ellory’s hazel almond-shaped eyes.
“Well, Roppongi is a brothel haven in Tokyo, and they have gorgeous young women who are available for a fee. Perfect for our current needs!” Ellory explained.
“Elli, I’ll find someone to be the perfect match for our Kellen. Not all of those ladies of the night are decrepit and washed up. I’m sure there is a young, troubled girl who is searching for a savior and has severe daddy issues. Kellen will be her knight in shining armor. Maybe they fall in love. Kellen wants to feel like a hero, right?” Ellory pressed.
“First of all, don’t call me Elli. People already made fun of our names being so similar. And Elli sounds feminine. Where would you find the ideal candidate?” Elliot answered.
“Wait, you are on board with this? I am shocked. I’m turning you into a bad boy. You used to be above our scheming. You’re transforming into one of us, baby!” Ellory raised her freshly waxed eyebrows.
“Back to the plot, Ella. Stay on the topic,” Elliot countered.
“Okay, there is this novel thing called the Internet. I’ll look through the websites, comb for a photograph of the delicate, gentle, attractive girl who will sweep Kellen off his feet,” Ellory replied with a giggle.
“You’re going to do that after breakfast? Hm, sounds like a fun way to spend this autumn day. Let me know if you need any help later on. I’m going to play pickleball with Jeff and Andrew,” Elliot chewed the last bite of his crepe.
“Can we play tennis together tomorrow, at 9? I’m getting tired of playing the retirees. I need someone my age to converse with. My friends are a world apart from me. My mum keeps telling me to socialize,” Ellory asked.
“Yeah, we can play tennis tomorrow. I wish you hadn’t alienated your former friends. You know, they are not the worst thing they did at fourteen,” Elliot advised.
“Forgiveness is for those we have loved and lost. I do not have love with them, nor do they deserve my acceptance. I never thought the worst thing they would ever do would be to me,” Ellory retorted. Her eyes narrowed, then widened into a smile.
She forced her smile whenever she felt a wave of anger. Smiling releases the energy, whether it’s passive or repressive, or exciting.
“Alright, I’m backing off. You’re twenty-one, girl. It’s time to go make new friends. Try! Be courteous, not judgmental. I gotta go in ten minutes,” Elliot kissed her on the forehead.
“Love you, bye!”
Ellory got straight to work after brushing her teeth in her bathroom. His and hers, just the way Ellory preferred.
She sat down in front of her iMac and used her fingerprint to unlock her MacBook on the desk. This was a task that needed both computers! Additional browsers meant rapid results.
Ellory was playing the long game. Ellory pushed for greatness in anything she did. She strived for better. Expansion in all ways was her motto. She lived by stringent rules her entire life. She couldn’t imagine living spontaneously.
Ellory sent an email to a dozen agencies, searching for the candidate who would make Kellen forget about Bethany.
She found someone after two weeks of extensive research, background checks, and eventually flew someone out to JFK Airport in Queens, NY.
The call girl’s name was Vivian. Kiko was her stage name among clients. Vivian was a timid 25-year-old who was pulled into the nightlife world after her parents’ tragic deaths in an aircraft explosion. She had no money, lacked status, and left university to party at night to cope.
Julian was a pimp and saw Vivian’s potential to transform into a sultry seductress. He cashed in on a vulnerable girl’s misfortune and manipulated his way to convince her she had no other talent or skills than what God gave her.
Julian told his high-profile clients he founded Vivian. He acted as if selling sex was something to be proud of. His favorite quote was “I discovered Kiko when she was nobody. I turned her into the gem these wealthy men bid on.”
Such a shame. A waste of talent. Vivian was a ballet dancer for her entire life. She had grace, talent, wit, charm, and he ruined her before she had the chance to discover her wings.
Julian had three sisters and a loving mother, but he made his millions from selling deeply broken and insecure girls to affluent businessmen, athletes, and the occasional attorney who lost in a recent trial.
Julian met Vivian at a club when Vivian was 22. She was dancing alone in a crowd as he approached her. She naively thought he was interested in her. Stupidity will sacrifice a lifetime of smart choices.
“Hey, have we met before? Because your eyes look like they would be perfect for mothering our child,” Julian flashed a cheeky smile before grinding against Vivian’s bony derriere.
Vivian was intoxicated, lonely, and her sweat-infused perfume sent off desperate vibrations to the lustful sleazeball men in that hell-adjacent room. Instead of shoving Julian’s right hand away, Vivian danced with him.
Their two lean, soulless bodies swayed to the music. A song by Hiroomi Tosaka played in the background while Vivian strayed away from her parents’ expectations and toward the darkness of brothels.