Elijah Kamski Novels & Stories

"Man, you need to be concerned with her hurting YOU!! Yeah, you big and all, but that girl is a killer for real. Goddess forbid you hold back. She might accidentally kill you!" Elias said, chuckling. "He's exaggerating, Elijah. I'm not that bad." All the guys, Psy, even Bruce gave me a side ways look. I smirked, blushing. Damn. A bitch can't train without judgment?? Elijah shrugged his shoulders before walking into the ring with me. He really is a big guy. He's literally bigger than everyone here, I believe. He stood across from me, arms crossed over his chest. Elijah is damn near 7 foot tall, and his ass is wide as hell. He has beautiful hazel eyes that contrasted beautifully with his deep

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Just as he was about to kiss me again, I halted him and looked at his phone. "Why don't you answer the call?" I asked, and he averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. I couldn't help but wonder who had called him to provoke such a reaction. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked up his phone, discovering the name "Drake" displayed on the screen. "Who is Drake?" I inquired, and he simply stared at me, his voice filled with anger. "He's a long-time friend, a betrayer. I've told him never to call me, and I don't feel like answering his call."

Crater Mountain was where Alyssa had first met Jasper 13 years ago. It was where Jasper had saved her life. "Elijah, you say?" Alyssa asked excitedly upon hearing her friend's name. "Yes, Mr. Elijah is retiring next month, so this month is his last. He'll be going home to his hometown after I take over." Elias sighed. He continued, "I saw your name in Mr. Elijah's books. You must be really important to him. I hope you can visit him sometime this month before he leaves. He has pancreatic cancer, and we don't know how long he has left …"

she explained. “Mike is our senior. How can he get jealous. That’s mike. I see him as my elder brother” I was out of my wits end. Ezekeil was busy chatting with that Ellie. “Come let’s have lunch. Leave him alone for some time. He will come around” Em muttered from beside me. “Yeah, let’s go. I am hungry” my stomach made its appearance known. “Seems, like Alpha Alessia is hungry” commented Knox. I blushed.

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

I waited for an explanation, for Jace to tell me Silas was lying, but the awkwardness stretched on for several agonizing moments. I broke it. "Jace, please," I whispered. "Silas told me you were working for the enemy. He said you were a sleeper agent. What is going on for heaven’s sake? Is anyone going to tell me a thing at all? Jace finally broke. He leaned forward, the light hitting the dark circles under his eyes. "This is my older brother, Elijah,” His voice devoid of any emotions. "And I didn't lead you here to explain myself, Kamara."

His aura radiates respect all the way. “Elijah here.” Elijah is effortlessly captivating—tall, lithe, and graceful, like a dancer or an actor. His mixed features give him a unique handsomeness: high cheekbones, full lips, and long lashes over thoughtful eyes. He speaks with passion, his hands expressive, and always smiling and teasing.

“What do you mean? If you’re not seeing anything, how do you know this?” Gabriel’s lips curl into a bitter, almost sardonic smile. “You should know better than anyone, Damien,” he says, his voice almost accusing. “You know how Elijah operates. He waits. He watches. He doesn’t rush in blindly like the others. He bides his time, waits for the perfect moment, then strikes. It’s always been his way.”

The handsome man raised his eyebrows, “You can understand that too, good. “Of course, everyone went about their business when you came to view.” I knew I was playing with fire. “Thank you again Mr...” My name is Elijah. And what do I call you, Miss…” “Ava…Clifton,” I stated. “Thanks for your help…” Elijah walked closer to me clearing the gap between us. He gained my attention. I resisted the urge not to get a whiff of his scent. “The preparations for this game started a month ago. The security personnel are very responsible for everything. They are dedicated to their duties and want to do everything well.”