Elijah Connor Meme Novels & Stories

Rhalia fired off, followed by a slew of red flags and eggplant emojis. "I don't know how you did it, but girl... It's been what? Almost a year?? And you still don't feel the urge to jump that absolute Adonis??" Liora added with her signature dramatic flair. I felt heat rush up my neck as I fumbled with my phone, frantically typing, "Oh my God, guys-", but before I could send it, Maelis delivered the kill shot. It was a meme of dogs humping in full force, with the caption: "Don't be shy, sweetheart. If you need tips, I can help. 😈💅"

I looked up at Elijah and gave him the picture. He looked down at it, and it took him a few seconds to realize what I was trying to find out. "E... Elliot?" He asked before he looked at me. Elijah grabbed my hands and led me to put off the walk-in closet. The two of us rushed back to the room, and Elijah showed the picture to Connor. The man slowly took the picture out of Elijah's hand and looked down at it. Connor didn't take long to look at the picture. "Yes. That's him. That's E." Connor said as he looked up at us. "How did you get this..." He asked, but the second his eyes rested on me again, recognition shon in his eyes.

I gasped and fell to my knees, clutching the spot above my heart as the burning spread. “Selene!” Elijah knelt beside me and held me up. I could barely breathe. I looked at Elijah to see if he was okay. But he seems unaffected by it. “Aren’t you… affected?” I asked between gasps. His eyes were steady, but I could see some of the veins in his forehead appearing. “That’s not important right now. It’s you that I’m worried of.” Connor scowled, clearly growing impatient. “Enough! Just drink the damn thing and all of this will be over,” he snapped at Elijah.

Another Elijah? *** The End ***

Elliott replied, sinking down onto the ground next to his son. “Yeah, it’s also a meme. A meme can be a video,” Dax explained. “No, a meme is just one of those pictures with the words written on top of it,” Elliott disagreed. Aaron had no interest whatsoever in hearing the end of the discussion. He was ready for the portal to open again, to shift if it was going to, to test Alex’s theory as to which tunnel would open next. If it wasn’t quite as predictable as possible, this would take a lot longer than he’d hoped. He was ready to go home.

“Oh my God, look who is here!” “Mom! Put the phone away, this is so embarrassing,” Tessa mumbles, giving Elijah an apologetic smile. “Oh, it’s Elijah Grant, sweetie. He is used to cameras,” her mom says, grinning. “I hope you don't mind. It’s just for my F******k page.” Elijah smiles and waves at the camera. “Hey, everybody.” “How is my extra daughter?” Tessa’s father comes out, ready to hug me with his arms open.

"What do you mean? Who are you really?" The man glanced at her again, his expression unreadable. "My name is Elijah. I have connections that might be of interest to you, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is stopping Richard before he does more damage. And I think we both know that he’s not going to give up without a fight."

Alpha said. “Yes or no, Alpha?” “Temi needs me,” The AI abruptly said and the Celo lost its bluish glow. No one spoke for a moment. Neither could meet the other's gaze. Elijah rubbed his forehead and sighed. He heard the creaking of the bunk bed and assumed Ire had climbed into bed. Elijah closed his eyes. The image of Temi wearing something so short will forever remain imprinted in his mind. Even when he succeeded to stop thinking about it, the image came back moments later.

“I think I’ll go eat there. Away from you. And with your money that I just took.” I start to walk away, but Julie’s voice stops me. “I made chocolate salami again.” I turn around quickly and rub my hands together. “Then why aren’t we eating already?” “Do you only think about food?” Connor comes back from swimming, shaking his hair and splashing droplets everywhere, even on my face. Extremely annoying. “Yes, is that a problem? And if we don’t eat, we die, and the world is not ready to be deprived of such beauty,” I retort.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.