Elijah Price Mr Glass Novels & Stories

Jewel smirked in return, loving how her mum had handled it. Pearl was an eighteen years old final year student of Elites Academy. She was one of the most loved student in her set and the Female Sport Prefect because of her athletic prowess and what not. Jewel was a sixteen years old girl which a very great imagination and an adventurous behavior. Unlike her sister, she wasn't into much athletics but was very good at high jump. She also had a very sharp tongue.

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—"

I wondered if he was feigning ignorance or didn't notice my presence. “You're here, mia cara. I'm almost done, you'd love the meat.” He turned to flash me a creepy hundred-watt smile that showed his pearly dentition but still managed to look sexy nonetheless. “What the fuck, Elijah?!” He growled a warning sound as he went through the beef platings; reaching for a glass, he picked a bottle of Macallan Valerio Adami, pouring a considerable amount into each glass. “What's the matter, Alexis? You don't like my present?”

The red light on the camera blinked off. Amelia leaned back with a sigh. “That was... incredibly brave.” Vivian smiled faintly. “Thank you for letting us tell it ourselves.” Back in the greenroom, Ethan pulled Vivian into a quiet corner. “You were amazing.” She looked up at him. “So were you. I can’t believe we did that.” He laughed. “Neither can I.” A phone buzzed. Ethan checked it. A message from Adrian: You need to see this. Attached was a news headline: Daniel Cross Faces Investigation Over Alleged Bribery Scandal.