007n7 X Elliot Novels & Stories

SERA “She called them at seven thirty.” Elliot said it from the kitchen doorway at eight fifteen with his jacket over one arm and the particular quality of a man who had been carrying something difficult since three in the afternoon and had found, across the drive and the walk through the garden gate and the smell of what she was cooking, the first moment of genuine exhale.

Primo glare. "Ok stop it now hahaha. Prima, you still want your waffle, right?" Elliot said, finally having some mercy towards his brother-in-law. It was his first time seeing him like this, all flustered, smacking and shouting but he find it kinda cute, really cute, just like her sister.

“Well, maybe boring is good. You gave too much of yourself to your last jobs.” I sigh. She’s not wrong. Ellie raises her glass like she’s making a grand proclamation. “I’ve decided. You may keep working for this Nathan person. Just don’t sleep with any of your coworkers this time.” I choke on my drink. “Hey,” Ellie leans over to look at some of our friends, all clustered around a tall brown-haired guy in a suit. It’s hard to tell in club lighting, but some glittering light from the disco ball catches his profile, and for a second he looks a lot like...

All that was left was to go to the courthouse with him to get it approved. I ended the call and returned to my room. In the corridor, I caught a glimpse of Rory sitting on the terrace. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, his posture straight. He was having afternoon tea with Sienna, who was wearing her new diamond necklace. Her smile was gentle as she poured coffee for him. As she bent down, the sunlight reflected off the necklace, casting sparkling rays across the room. The steam from the coffee swirled around them as their eyes met. It was a tender moment they shared.

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~

“I haven’t heard about her.” “No worries. I would do that and probably report to you from time to time for updates,” replied Elliot. Nathan nodded, placed his shoes back on the floor, then stood, got his cell phone on the table, and walked towards the door. He told Elliot he would go back to his home. That made Elliot follow him until he already went inside the car and sat in the back seat while Elliot was in the driver’s seat, driving the vehicle. As the car kept on moving, he glared at the window. Seeing those busy streets would always remind her of Daphne.

His brother's interruption makes Ethan's look turn into "Did you have to get here now, damn it?" -"Elliot" Ethan and I greet him in unison. We are in perfect sync and totally connected, even when speaking. Elliot wears dark colors, like black jeans and a leather jacket. He's not the social type. -"Hey, couple," he mutters. We reluctantly separate to direct the correct image to Elliot. For five seconds, he'd be witnessing something very revealing. -"I thought you'd like to know about our return," he says. Well, I admit I'm glad about that. Now I can talk to Kate, without the damn jet lag messing up our schedules.

It stopped right next to my water glass. "What is this?" I asked, my voice barely audible. "A gesture of goodwill," Elena murmured, leaning back with a victorious smile. "Since we’re practically family now. Open the saved media folder, Hazel. There's an audio file from six months ago. It's a recorded board meeting from Blackwell Capital. I think you'll find the voice very familiar." My hand hovered over the device. "Hazel, don't touch it," Axel growled, his hand slamming onto the table, making the glasses rattle.