Elijah Price Mr Glass Novels & Stories

The halfling bowed quickly, its emotionless obsidian eyes briefly flickering over the shattered glass littering the floor before it turned and hurried out of the room. As Elijah watched the creature scurry away, his thoughts drifted back to Aphrodite. Her face, her scent—everything about her ignited an uncontrollable desire in him. She had rejected him once, but this time, she wouldn’t escape. She would be his, even if it meant destroying everyone she cared about. Elijah turned and yanked open a drawer in his desk, rummaging through its contents with frantic urgency. His hand paused when it found what he was searching for—a small vial filled with neon green liquid.

".…I don't' see that as a problem, we need a workforce…and we need it now…..I don't care if it's a woman or whatever..as long as they can do the labor…it's good enough for me….by the way, ask her for a standard price of 5-9 gold coins per slave and a delivery service…" Nodding at my confirmations, Elijah Continue her negotiations with Madam Hive. It was a long confrontation between the two women. "My last price is 3 gold coins per slave, the Black company will buy all the slaves in your store…". (Elijah) ".…..I'm Afraid I can't, 3 gold is not enough….how about this,…5 gold per slave and free delivery…..Lady Elijah, I'm are running a business here…I can only settle with this price..". (Madam

“Come in." Elijah came inside and stood near the desk. Abram couldn’t help assessing him while Elijah walked towards the desk. He narrowed his eyes in contemplation. 5.11 tall, muscular built, thanks to the number of hours spent in the gym, deep green eyes, sharp jawline, looks like he came from a wealthy family with his aura and spectacular dress sense. No wonder Myra is with him. Abram thought. “Mr. Johnson, please take a seat." Elijah knew about Abram, but he had never met or spoken to him before. He only saw him in a picture that Myra used to hide in her wallet, and he happened to see it by mistake.

His eyes were deep golden, and he snarled, indicating he was ready. Elijah turned his attention back to the glass protection and calmly brought his hand close to it. A great magical forger among his ancestors had created this glass protection, which only recognised the blood of the Timberfang Alpha. Once Elijah's hand was right atop it, a claw grew from his thumb which he used to tear open a bit of flesh from the tip of his index finger. The blood pooled into a small teardrop shape, then it fell right on the 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 asks, and I nod. My face turns rigid as I continue. “Those glasses were kept in his family museum for centuries. They were sealed, not meant to be touched by anyone, even Alpha Nova. But he figured out that they were taken by some security guard who worked there, in charge of looking after the museum items. He sold them.”

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.

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!