Novel & Cerita Elijah Price Mr Glass

"And i love you more Tinkerbell" he said, as he enveloped me in a warm hug. I rest my head carefully on his broad chest, as i inhale the pef he used. O Allah! How sweet he is. I broke the hug slightly, tears still in my eyes and looked at him. He smiled. I mean the biggest and most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Yaa Rabbi! How lucky am i to have him.

Elijah said to everyone in the room, a proud smile on his face. "Oh, Rebekah dear, well done! And Congratulations Joel" Esther told her and pulled her into a hug. "T-thank you ma'am." Bekah said shyly. I laughed. "Do you know how much the place goes for, son?" Elijah's father asked. "Oh, yeah. 80 million. I checked about 10 minutes ago. And it's all included, electricity, gas, water, heat." Everyone started grinning and smiling. "Well that's nothing compared between the two of our packs. We've saved up 265 million from college funds and such in our pack alone." Esther said.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you shouldn’t touch other people’s things?” Elijah didn’t look guilty. “I’m sorry, I got curious.” He looked down at the water and smiled. “That’s for me, I assume?” Amara nearly shoved it into his hands. “Drink it and get out.” Elijah took the glass, glanced back at the picture and asked. “Why’d keep it?” “That’s my business. Drink and get out.” He was about to say something, but he didn’t. Rather, he took a sip and nodded.

Just worn down by everything. I understood the feeling. I handed him the glass. “I’ve been wracking my brain,” I said. “Trying to figure out who this secret weapon of yours could possibly be.” Elijah didn’t respond right away. He glanced toward the hallway where Bethany had taken the girls, listened until he was sure the door was shut and the girls were involved in something else entirely. Then he took a long drink, set the glass down carefully on the table, and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“Elias, what happened? How’d the glass break? Is your hand alright? You’re bleeding. Maybe I should take you to the hospital…” Elias shook his head. A waiter ran inside. He quickly bowed and apologized when he saw the mess in the room. “I’m so sorry, sir. Our glasses are imported from out of the country. They’ve always seemed fine. This incident was purely an accident. We will compensate you. Would you like us to take you to the hospital, sir?” The waiter cleaned up the broken glass as he spoke. Elias shook his head. ”It’s alright, no need for compensation. Besides, the wound in my hand isn’t so bad. No need to take me to the hospital.”

"Oh honey. That was cruel and trust me I would feel the same way if I were in your shoes, but then, you really need to listen to his own side of the story" "I don't believe his own side of the story. How could Ella drug him? He was just supposed to go there and have a brief talk with her. How did Ella succeed in drugging him?" I ask as tears start streaming down my eyes. "Elijah has a wine bar in his bedroom and in it, he has his favorite whiskey called Brother's Bourbon packed in it. He takes a glass or two of that whiskey every night he comes back from work. He has been with Ella for many months now and it's only normal that she knows this routine. She took advantage of that habit of his a

Adrian’s older stepbrother. He was leaning casually against a thick marble pillar, holding a crystal glass of dark whiskey. He did not look like Adrian at all. Where Adrian was all soft boyish looks and emotional outbursts, Elijah was pure, cold calculation. He wore a perfectly tailored dark grey suit that made his broad shoulders look massive. His sharp, dark eyes were fixed right on my face. When he saw me look back at him, he slowly raised his glass in a silent toast. A cruel, knowing smirk stretched across his lips.

Her voice shook with excitement. "This... this is century-old blood vine, the kind that grows only on sheer cliffs deep in the mountains. You can't buy this on the market. It's priceless!" Then she opened the bottle of salve, and her eyes nearly popped out. "Could this be... the black jade bone-mending salve lost for a century? My God, this purification technique, this potency..." Dr. Mercer suddenly looked up and stared at Mrs. Whitmore, asking urgently, "This half bottle of salve, plus these herbs, is worth at least three million!

“Sapphire Cross Handcuffs. Highest bid takes them home.” I stared. “Oh my God,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “They’re… beautiful.” Elijah heard. “I bid one million,” he said instantly. The room erupted. “Two million,” Daniels snapped. “Three.” “Four.” “Five.” I grabbed Elijah’s arm. “What are you doing?” He turned to me, calm and unwavering. “You’re my wife,” he said simply. “If you like it, I’ll get it.” My chest tightened.

"And I don’t like being lied to." They were standing at the back of a memorial service in the St. Elara Funeral Home — clean walls, pine-scented air, plastic flowers hiding real rot. The family sat in front, motionless. The deceased, 29-year-old Miles Hedron, had no history of mental illness, no drugs in his system, no injuries. Just dead — heart stopped in his sleep, supposedly. Quiet. Peaceful. Except he’d clawed his own eyes out first. Not so peaceful after all.