Elijah Goldsworthy Novels & Stories

After witnessing Elio's remarkable medical skills firsthand, Wasyl saw Elio as a valuable asset and wanted to offer him a lucrative position at his private hospital. However, Elio declined. Wasyl's eyes lit up as he peered closely at the gold instruments in Elio's hand. "Is there writing on the end of your gold instruments?" he asked cautiously. Elio nodded. "Yes, it has the words 'Act with Integrity' carved in ancient script." Wasyl's voice shook with excitement. "Young man, would you sell this gold instrument to me for 15 thousand dollars?"

He was dressed in a suit, I had not seen him before and he had a bored expression on his face. "I came to get some air," I said "Can I join you?" He asked "Yes. If I may ask why are you outside, are you not meant to be inside mingling with the rest" "These events are not my thing. I will rather be in the club with girls grinding" he said winking I laughed "Jerk" "What's your name beautiful?" "Eulalia" "No surname" "I rather not say" "Nice to meet you. My name is Edric" "Nice name. It suits you"

The ref calls it, and Russell releases the guy, making him cough and wheeze in pain, holding his throat as the ref comes, grabs Russell's hand, and lifts it high above his head in victory. I can't help but look at him admiration. I'm still scared shitless, but happy for my man. He's indeed a good fighter, and I know he will do wonders. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

She should be up any minute. I heard Jester talking to someone and I walked out so find him talking to Avalyn's slave Eliyah. "...but I died." Eliyah pressed his hand against his chest. "I healed you." Jester replied. "Why? You should have left me to die." His eyes lowered. "I shouldn't be alive. The one time I wanted to fight and win...I lost." His voice was self depreciating.

The more he read, the more despondent he grew. Elijah pretended to be useless, but Thomas was truly incompetent. If Thomas had to make a point, the Kellers were far wealthier than the Hardins. In terms of looks, Elijah was known for being attractive. Thomas was even once worried that Liesel might find him too muscular. Thomas' eyes lit up as he read the last part of the files. It detailed how Elijah was left crippled after a car accident. Thomas really wanted to seize the opportunity to pursue Liesel until he came across the final pages. Elijah had left all his properties to Liesel in his will in the final pages.

Cole wrapped Helma's waist in his arms and half-carried her out of the restaurant. Sophia stared at the couple and hissed. "Your boss is such a jealous man." Jordan put down his cutlery. He could not take it anymore. "Miss King has gone too far this time." "Helma was just listening to the other table. What's wrong with that?" Sophia looked at the table of bragging men. The young Mr. Elijah might look ordinary, but as a native who lived in the desert for many years, he had a different presence from the young men in Greenville.

"Sienna wrote this wonderful piece of work. I watched her work on it with my own eyes. When did it become plagiarism?" An intimidating elderly man in a suit appeared by my side. His appearance caused a huge commotion among the crowd. This man was Elijah Hale, a Nobel Prize winner in Literature. He was also my friend despite our age gap. He was well-respected internationally in the literature field. I looked at him with tears brimming in my eyes. "Thank you for standing by me, Grandpa Elijah." "This isn't really help. The truth is the truth, and no one can malign you with me around!"

I grabbed my glass of water and used it to hide half of my face, “I’ll be fine, I made it far with just my strength.” “Ella that doesn’t mean you can’t get help from others that would support your goal of becoming a warrior.” My mom spoke before Matthias could reply to me. Elijah scoffed. All eyes, mine included, turned to him. He stabbed his steak with his fork, the plate cracking under the force he used. He turned to me, his cold gray eyes sparking with anger. “Now I get it,” he said, pointing a finger at my mom. “That’s why you’re here, huh? Gold digger.”

Vera reacted very quickly and said with a blank look, “You must be mistaken. It’s impossible for me to give my father’s relic to anyone as it means a lot to me.” Charlie frowned and asked, “Who is your father? What does he do? What is his name, where was he born, and where did he die?” Vera said, “My father’s name is Elijah Lavor. He was born in Eastcliff, and he died in Yorkshire Hill. I don’t know what he does, but I only know that he’s a martial artist and has always been an enemy of the Qing Eliminating Society.” Charlie asked, “Why is he an enemy of the Qing Eliminating Society?”

Elijah's left eye was a glowing golden color while his right was just gray, the gray eyes that Captivated my heart the first time I gazed into them. He had an golden armor wrapped around his abdomen, back and neck for protection and blood dripping down his chin. He growled again and Derrick pushed my back to his chest taking a few steps back. "Come any closer and I rip her throat out" He murmured when he noticed Elijah moving towards us. I could feel my face turning purple from lack of air but the evil man behind me seems to not care. "Pathetic" Derrick mumbled eyeing Elijahs' form. "A king doesn't need all that to fight. You are weak, not fit for a King"