007n7 X Elliot Novels & Stories

Then Elliot suddenly became serious. “I mean it.” That evening, the sun was setting, and the wind swept over the lake, brushing against something quiet in my heart. Later, Elliot and I returned home together. As soon as we got back, I saw Nathan waiting near Emily’s place. The moment I walked closer, Nathan saw me and hurried over. When he noticed Elliot walking beside me, he froze in disbelief. He gave Elliot a guarded look, then asked me, “Emily, who is he?” I smiled faintly.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

He exhaled slowly and forced himself forward again, typing faster now, sharper, pushing through systems like he could outrun the memory. He couldn’t. It lingered. Not loud. Not overwhelming. Just there. A constant pressure at the edge of his thoughts. He shifted in his seat, rolling his shoulders slightly before leaning closer to the screen. Focus. A flicker caught his eye. Sector seven. Elliot’s gaze sharpened instantly. His fingers moved, pulling up the anomaly. A delay. Small. Barely noticeable. But it wasn’t supposed to be there. He leaned in further, scanning through the layers.

I pushed my way into the room. Elliot sat on the bench of his central stall. His red jersey was pulled down to his waist, leaving his under-armor shirt exposed. Sweat made his dark hair stick to his forehead. Without the blockers dulling his features, his skin had a radiant glow that made it impossible to look away. He looked striking and completely exposed.

If Nathan’s the guillotine, Elliot’s the blade dipped in champagne. “Lana,” Nathan says. His voice is dark velvet and slow death. “Impeccable timing. Another round.” His stare pins me like a dart to a board. Not with hunger. With expectation. I nod, letting my face smooth over. Unreadable. Untouchable. Inside, my spine’s a live wire. Outside? Polished service smile. Elliot leans forward, his gaze dragging over me like he’s pricing parts. “You look exquisite tonight,” he purrs. “When are you going to let me ruin you properly?”

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

Next day, I sit down next to Xavier on the floor squeezing my eyes shut and trying to calm my racing heart from the amount of exercise I've done today. We've just gone over the same obstacles on the mud pit three times, but now Elliot demands more speed and efficiency. To prove that it's not ‘that difficult’ he did it first and finished in five minutes. I must agree that he looked exceptionally sexy crawling and running shirtless and muddy. I hate not being able to be able to turn off my attraction to him.

The attack didn't last long, though. Two hours later, Brian finally made it back to the hotel with the others. He kept dialing Shiloh's number the whole time, but it never connected. Panic ate at him like something vital was slipping out of his chest. He even asked around for help searching. That's when his phone lit up—Carmoria calling. "Hello, is this Brian Ashton?" His chest seized up. He grabbed at it. "Yeah... who's this?" The voice on the other end cracked with sorrow. "Your wife, Shiloh Quinn, died in an accident seven days ago. We just found her body. Please come back right away."

Silence stretched Thicker than before Then— A phone buzzed Not Noah’s Elliott’s Sharp Immediate Both of them froze Elliott glanced down And for the first time Something real broke through his control Not calm Not calculated Something darker More dangerous Noah noticed instantly “What is it” No answer “Elliott” Still nothing Noah stepped closer “Tell me” Slowly Elliott lifted the phone Turned the screen Showed him And Noah’s breath stopped Because it wasn’t just a message It was a photo Recent Clear Undeniable Someone standing outside Noah’s apartment building

Then, he finally came up with a conclusion after connecting the dots. Did that mean Sophia was Xena’s friend? Was it his wife who was picked on? In his mall? To make matters worse, was he responsible for making matters worse? How did this happen? Elliot did not have time to ponder on it. He rose and opened the door to see Samuel, who was about to knock on it. “Where are you headed, Mr. Elliot?” He said hurriedly, “Get me the security footage from the mall Velvet Visions is in.”