007n7 X Elliot Novels & Stories

It was Nathan with the latest update. "Elliot is heading towards the club; my informant is far enough from his reach. But if you need anything, they're ready to assist." Antonio pressed the button next to the radio and smiled crookedly. The sound of the song "Heathens" by twenty-one pilots played from there, accompanying the man's journey with his all-black appearance as if he was going to a funeral. It took about twenty minutes until Antonio finally arrived at the location point shared by Nathan. As described by his assistant, the nightclub where Elliot frequented was merely a place situated amidst small, seemingly inexpensive hotels. Approaching the coordinates, Antonio parked his car behi

Fast forward to about a year later, Neal could be seen in his office again, looking as dapper as always in his usual black suit… Things were going as they always did when his door suddenly burst open. It was Elliot. “Neal! You’re not going to believe this-” “Did I not tell you to knock before barging in? That aside, what’s the big commotion?” Beaming in response, Elliot replied, “It’s Luna! She’s finally back…!”

I laughed as I put my arms around my mate, “This is Evan of the Mer people. He is Taylor’s mate.” Elliot smiled, “Dude! It’s been a long time!” He fist-bumped Evan and Evan smiled, “It’s been too long! I take it Elisa is your mate?” Elliot nodded, “She is. Come in the house. I have a shirt for you.” We all went to the house. They all went in while Abel and I hung back.

Olcan is the third of THE SEVEN, barely the same as Lyall, yet has a different colour which was as dark as a wine. “Have fun with that,’ by the sound of the Alpha’s tone, they already knew who he was referring to without looking at him. Lyall, being the second, descended the staircase with an evil smirk. “I don’t give a shit if you guys want her or not. What I know for a fact is that I’m not sitting by and letting her go. She is a target. If they get their hands on her first, you know what’s happening. We can’t be careless.”

When Fallon stepped into Nathan’s office, Eliot was already gone. But the evidence of his recent presence lingered—two coffee mugs sat on the table, still steaming faintly. Nathan lounged on the sofa, casually scrolling through his phone like nothing had happened. “Eliot’s a decent man,” he said coolly without looking up. “No wonder you wanted to see him again.” Fallon frowned but said nothing. She walked past him without a word, straight to the ornate lampshade on his desk.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

I replied, stirring the hot chocolate he'd ordered for me—he even still remembered my favorite drink. Elliot looked down, staring at his untouched coffee cup. "I know. It's just… I feel useless if I'm just waiting for news from the media." I fell silent. This Elliot felt so different from the indifferent Elliot in my previous life. Why was he being so nice to me now? "About Black Lotus," I changed the subject, feeling awkward in this atmosphere. "You said you had other information about them?" Elliot gave a slight nod. Without saying much, he pulled out his phone and swiped the screen slowly, revealing a photo of a tattoo resembling spreading black roots.

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

Then, her gaze froze on a familiar face—Elliot, walking beside another officer, his expression unreadable. Without thinking, Autumn moved past Officer Ben, her focus narrowing entirely on Elliot. She barely heard Derek and the officer calling her name; their voices faded to background noise, mere murmurs drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears. As she closed the distance, anger flared within her, and before she knew it, her hand had fisted tightly in Elliot’s collar.

ELARA’S POV “Okay, maybe you saw the wrong person, El,” Elliot says, biting back a laugh. He’s seated right across from me, amusement clear on his face. “I know who I saw, Elliot. I’m not blind,” I hiss. “You’re medically impaired, El. You use contact lenses, so yeah… you could’ve mistaken him for someone else.” I shoot him a glare. “I know what I saw, Elliot, and what I saw was Kyle Sinclair.”