Elijah Kamski Novels & Stories

“There’s a bake sale coming up. Apparently Cade’s lemon bars are legendary… that’s his claim to fame among the parents.” Davina’s eyes lit up. “Lemon bars and handsome? Sold. Can I come?” “Of course,” I said. “You might as well meet him yourself instead of hearing about him from a seven-year-old.” She laughed, clearly pleased at the idea, when my phone began to ring across the table. I reached for it, expecting Cameron — but the name flashing on the screen made me pause. Elijah. We hadn’t spoken in a while. He always took care of the business and a few weeks ago, I’d demanded he take a long vacation. And Elijah was the sort of man disconnected on a vacation—no phones, no emails, not even a f

It takes hardly 10 minutes to reach his house from mine. I am Jennifer Gonzalez ,daughter of Adison and Jasmine Gonzalez. Elizah is my cousin …but we share a sibling bond ..like real brother and sister....actually Uncle Joseph (Elijah's father) is my Mamu (maternal uncle). I am working as a Private Investigator for Elijah....both for his legal and illegal business. My father was a college student whom my mother met during her high school days. After that they started dating and when my father established himself as a businessman,my mamu approved my father and they got married.

"Jessica was always determined." "You knew her," Caelith said. "We trained together for a period." Flat and factual. "She was good. Better than most. The organisation should have seen it earlier, that she was building toward something of her own. But she was careful." A pause that had something underneath it. "She was always very careful." Elias had gone quiet in the particular way he went quiet when he was processing something he hadn't prepared himself for. Caelith recognised it. She had seen it across two years of seminars and late nights and conversations that went longer than either of them planned.

Helma was surprised. Elijah smiled sheepishly and scratched his head. "I'm just checking. Do you still need me to lead the way?" Helma was confused. "Didn't your father disagree?" "I’ll just decide on this." Elijah looked a little pitiful. He usually had a little pocket money. After Helma and Cole left the Latimers' villa today, his father found out he was talking about his adventures outside. Amiel became furious and blocked Elijah’s only credit card. Next month would be his girlfriend’s birthday, and his tight allowance was already stretched thin.

Still breathing the same heavy air. Gabe sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, watching Elijah without speaking. Like he was waiting for Elijah to pull the trigger first. Elijah slid the USB into his laptop. The machine hummed, a little click sounding louder than it should have. Folders appeared on the screen. Cold. Ordinary. But the weight of them made Elijah’s hands tremble on the trackpad. He opened the first folder. Then the first document. And froze. His name was the headline. ELIJAH C. VALE

“Heard the truth got out. Glad it worked out for you. You looked lighter up there.” I laughed quietly. “Yeah, I feel lighter. It’s been… a lot.” He leaned against his mop. “Name’s Elijah, by the way. Elijah Mason. Just started here a few weeks ago.” “Elijah Mason,” I repeated. “Nice to officially meet you outside all the drama” “Likewise, Miss Perkins,” he said with a teasing bow of his head. I rolled my eyes. “Please, just Eloise.” “Alright, Eloise,” he said, smiling again. “Friends then?”

Delilah’s eyes glistened, emotion flickering briefly across her usually guarded features, but she held her composure. Kael’s voice lowered, gentle yet powerful. “He showed us that no one is beyond redemption. That no matter our mistakes, it’s never too late to do the right thing. And for that, we will honor him. For that, he will be remembered as a good man. He will be the remembered as the man who saved two women that would have sided against us and yet have also chosen different side. A different side than family. Family of blood and half chosen to make amends as they became family by choice.”

Elijah gives me a final smile, nodding to Callie, and walks out the door, leaving me standing there like an idiot. I blink, holding the smoothies in my hands, and turn to Callie, who’s staring at me like I’ve just sprouted wings. “Who the fuck was that smoke show?” she asks, her eyes wide with disbelief. I hand her the smoothie, shaking my head. “That was Elijah Drake. He’s... an old friend.” Callie nearly chokes on her acai smoothie. “Old friend? Girl, he looks like he’s stepped out of a fucking magazine.”

They all murmured amongst themselves. “What are you talking about Kilhan? You rejected her! You can’t just come back together.” “Yes, we can, Betty. And that is what is happening. And for our son, she was pregnant with him the day I rejected her and sent her out of this house. That was highly irresponsible of me, and this is me, trying to make sure I’d never make that same mistake again. “The real enemy, Alpha Darius Gomez is dead. It’s time I, and you all, embrace my family. Please welcome Celine and Kendrick to the pack once again.” He uttered with a wide smile, and to my greatest surprise, they all began to clap, except Betty.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.