Elijah Price Mr Glass Novels & Stories

As I stare at the empty glass, I knew it wasn’t me. I turn my attention to Elijah, completely missing what he had said. “Sorry?” “If you need it, you just need to ask.” “I don’t” He lets out a deep laugh, amused by my answer. “I hate to tell you this Aria, but you have already drunk three glasses.” I frown at him. “No I haven’t” “Then why are you holding a glass?” I look down to my hands and sure enough there is the glass with a few remaining drops of blood sat at the bottom

Glass table, two chairs, a water carafe no one ever touched. Then the door opened, and Mr. Lenox Carr stepped in. Tall. Clean cut. Hair parted with military precision. His suit was navy, his tie blood red. His eyes cold, pale blue cut through Elijah like a knife through cloth. He looked at Elijah for three full seconds before speaking. “You don’t look like a man named Eli Carr,” he said. Elijah exhaled slowly, pulled off his sunglasses, and dropped them on the table. “No,” he said. “But I bet you still remember Elijah Vale.”

is a term that is used a lot in the professional field. Elijah had a twinkle in his eye and gestured, "If he gets dizzy, I'll carry him and wrap him around me!" Amelia raised an eyebrow, didn't say anything yet. Carl was already standing in front of the two people, his voice still pleasant: "What? Is the price not right?" Elijah was willing to take on the job, this fat sheep was really appealing. Although he was resistant, Elijah's attitude was very good! Elijah's face lit up, he raised his hand and was about to bid.

Elijah mummered with the glass on his lips as he watched me from the corner of his eyes. Honestly, I wasn't, but I didn't know how to act. Even though he killed my mate I wasn't scared of him. "No" I told him and took a sip out of the drink, the alcoholic yet sweet taste hitting my taste bud. Elijah dropped his glass on the table and moved closer to me, he took the glass out of my hand and placed it next to his. He gently rubs my cheek in his hand as his lips brushed mine.

Mike grоwlеd, аngеr flashed іn hіѕ eyes аt thе mere mеntіоn of hіѕ previous асtіоnѕ. “Yеаh, wеll, people іn glass houses, іf I want to bе thе bаbу’ѕ unсlе thеn I blооdу well wіll bе,” Elіjаh huffеd, сrоѕѕіng hіѕ аrmѕ. “Fоr thе lоvе оf gоd, I’m nоt even рrеgnаnt,” I yelled.

The walls were like a painting expressing the beauty of nature. "Moon Goddess!" Alexander covered his mouth as he stood in front of the glass and stared at the valley from above, smiling from ear to ear. "That's incredible!" he shouted and looked at Elijah. "It must have cost you a fortune!" Elijah chuckled, "I'm rich, love," he said, approaching him. "And I am willing to give all my money just to see this beautiful smile of yours." His eyes shifted to red as he was only a few centimetres away from his mate. Alexander jumped on him, hugging him tightly, "Thanks, Elijah."

His hold tightens, becoming nearly painful. Elijah laughs, clapping amidst Norah's inhuman growls as she falls to the ground, curling herself into a ball. "It is inconceivable, is it not?" "What the fuck is that?" Mr. Winchester asks, voice strained. Elijah tsks. "I will only give you the intel once you sign the contract."

But, what? Green eyes. Luminous piercing green eyes lazily watched my movement. Without hesitation I stop, inching closer towards the glass, face to face with someone I thought had died a long time ago. Elijah. It was as if only now he noticed my presence, he seemed surprised shocked even but he quickly replaced it with a slanted grin. A gag was propped in his mouth, coated with his saliva, his forehead smeared with sweat, his clothes ragged and torn. He looked worse than me.

But as I stood up, leaning against the cold marble of a pedestal for support. The panoramic windows offered a staggering view of the city skyline, but as I glanced at the frames, I noticed there were no latches. No handles. The glass was thick, reinforced, designed to keep the world out. The air was perfectly climate-controlled, devoid of the scent of the city, filtered and thin. It felt like being inside a very expensive bell jar. "It’s a lot to take in," Elijah said, walking toward the sleek bar in the corner. The clink of crystal against glass echoed in the cavernous room as he poured a finger of amber liquid. "But you’ll get used to it. It’s the safest place in the city."

I was now the one at Elijah's mercy. Neal's eyes turned red when he saw me being held hostage. "Let Ellie go, Elijah. I'll give you all the money you want!" Elijah bared his teeth. "I don't think ten million dollars is too much to ask in exchange for your marriage to my sister, right?" Ten million dollars? My mind short-circuited at that. I snapped, "Have you really lost your mind, Elijah? He's not—"