Elias At Salome 소설 & 이야기

"Not even a moment of hesitancy." Elijah shot him a glare at his commentary, letting him know that they weren't appreciated. When Elaine received the call, Elijah cut right to the chase and said, "I am going to text you a location. Turn up there. Make sure to be careful." He hung up the call next before Elaine was able to ask anything. This made Samuel hiss. "Truly heartless. That poor girl probably has all of her trust in you, and now, you are going to hand her over to the enemy. That betrayal is going to sting-"

Something wrong. He sat on a stool beside a fire, staring into it. And beside him… sat a woman. Beautiful. Young. Not the Isadora he knew. She had black curls pinned with silver rings and eyes soft as dusk. Her voice was warm. “Do you see the shapes?” she whispered, pointing to the fire. “They dance just for you.” Little Elias nodded. “I see them.” She smiled gently and held out her hand. “Let me see yours.” He hesitated, then placed his tiny hand into hers.

With a soft moan, she began to touch herself, her fingers sliding through her own slickness, circling her clit, all while moaning, “Elias… my Elias…” Ben made a choked sound of horror and disbelief. “See?” Elias snarled, turning his head to glare at the pinned man. “See how she bleeds for me? How she display herself? She is my altar, and this,” he grasped his now fully erect dick, “is her worship.”

“I woke up, and you were gone. Gone! No note, no text, nothing! Do you know how terrifying that was? I thought you’d been kidnapped by some creepy pervert—” “Rhea.” “—tiny little—” “Rhea!” Her rant cut off, though her arms were still waving dramatically. Behind her, Elias appeared in the hallway, leaning against the wall with a piece of toast dangling from his mouth. His hair stuck up in every direction headphone still hung around his neck. “Called it,” he mumbled around the toast. “She’s alive. Pay up.” Rhea spun on him. “Nobody bet you anything!” “I bet myself,” Elias said with a shrug. “And I won.”

Aeros said, his voice heavy with emotion. “But why would Jonathan do that to me? Elyse said whoever did that to me used dark magic and that we’re looking for someone skilled enough and bold enough to bring it close to me.” Aeros looked up at my face sharply, as if uncertain about what he had just heard. “Dark magic?” he repeated, raising a brow, and I nodded. “Yes.” “Elarian,” he whispered softly, “there is something I should tell you. Someone else suddenly showed up after you became unconscious.”

the priest asked, his eyes fixed on Gael. Gael's voice, filled with unwavering conviction, rang through the church. "I do," he replied, his words carrying a depth of emotion that resonated with everyone present. The priest then turned his gaze to Elma. "And do you, Elma, take Gael to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for as long as you both shall live?" Elma's voice trembled slightly, her emotions threatening to spill over. "I do," she said, her eyes locked with Gael's, conveying a promise that went beyond words.

“Please, listen to me! Liam misses you! Don’t you want to see him? Don’t you want to hold your son again?” His words hit me like a blow. I froze mid-step, my back still turned to him. My heart clenched painfully at the mention of Liam, the one part of my life I had longed for but kept distant. “Isa,” Elias said quietly, his tone steady but insistent. “Don’t fall into his trap. You know better than to let him manipulate you.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to take a deep breath. He was right—this wasn’t the time. Not yet. “Elena’s waiting for you at home,” Elias added, his voice soft but resolute.

What a horrid disgusting homosexual creature who had no manners whatsoever. She stepped forward, tilting up her chin as she looked down at Elliot. “You do realize I’m directly connected to Zedekiel, don’t you?” she asked confidently. “I am to wed the him after all so I suggest you watch your tone. I could ruin what you have with Prince Ludiciel in an instant.”

The witch lamented in annoyance. "I know that, Evanora!" The king shouted in anger and I jumped back in fright but kept my lips sealed as to not expose my presence to them. Elijah gazed at the door, his eyes glowing a bright golden color and his hands in a fist. I quickly placed my back on the door, praying that he did not see me. "She's the perfect vessel Elijah," The witch - or should I say Evanora muttered softly to him and I released the breath I was holding when I realized that he did not notice me eavesdropping.