Novel & Cerita Elijah Price Mr Glass

The Negotiation of the Damned Julian’s desperation finally eclipsed his towering arrogance. He lunged toward the reinforced glass desk, planting his hands flat against the surface. "Name your price, Elara. Whatever you want. Half of Sterling Enterprises. USD 1 billion in untraceable bonds. Just get into the operating room." Elara leaned forward, the power dynamic shifting so violently it seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room. She looked down at him, not as a former lover, but as a predator observing a trapped insect.

Nathaniel The next day… I was on a call with my optician. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lockwood, but that’s the lowest price I can give you for your prescribed glasses.” “Are there any cheaper frame options?” $900….that’s a lot. “Unfortunately, no.” I chewed my inner cheeks. “Okay, I will get back to you, probably before the end of the day.” “Sure thing, Mr. Lockwood.” Ending the call, I sighed deeply, which was accompanied by a sharp headache at the back of my head.

I don't drink but there was no way I was going to turn him down. I took the glass from him with a shaky hand and held on to it as tight as I could. Elijah brought the tip of the glass to his lips but didn't take a sip. Instead, he left it there for a few second while his eyes roamed the hall before he pulled it away. Feeling my eyes on him, Elijah glanced at me. Our eyes met for a few seconds before I dropped mine in to my glass. "Ella?" A voice that sounded like an older version of my twin sister's voice called out and my shoulders immediately tensed.

Daniel stared at the screen, heart pounding. Up above, behind glass and power, Margaux made her final move. And neither of them knew yet what it would cost.

POV: ELI / BRIGAIL There was no magic trick. Only a perfectly choreographed illusion. Eli pushed his black statement glasses up his nose and scanned the sixth row from the ring. Pam and Roman sat on either side of his double, who had the good sense to keep one hand against the side of his face. From four rows up and slightly left, Mr. Tuxedo was convincing enough. He had cost Pam a considerable sum and was worth every dollar. He would have been more satisfied if Brigail hadn't given the man a second look when she walked in with Russell.

Elyria Mr. Price walked forward. He said he was going to bring us “home”, but someone comes over and starts talking to him, and his eyes seem to spark with intrigue as he looks back at the group and smiles as he murmurs, “That’s not such a bad idea.”

The heavy glass hit the wood with a dull, definitive thud that sounded like a judge's gavel striking a death sentence down upon her life. "You think you’ve uncovered a masterpiece, Grace," Elias said, his voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly calm register that vibrated straight through the floorboards of her private suite. He did not deny it. He did not offer a single frantic excuse, a defensive justification, or a beautifully tailored lie to soften the blow. He simply leaned over the desk, invading her personal space until the overwhelming scent of cedarwood, vintage bourbon, and raw adrenaline entirely replaced the cool, sterile air of her office.

There were subtle hickeys around his neck. The caption read, 'The boss said this mirror belongs exclusively to me from now on.' I took a deep breath, but my stomach still churned with disgust. I had sponsored him three years ago. At the time, he had cried while begging me for a chance. He promised he would repay my kindness one day and become a man who could stand tall with pride. Feeling sorry for him and recognizing some genuine talent, I not only funded his education but also made an exception by offering him an internship at Zeller Inc.

Helena was next to Lisa, one of her few friends, starting a friendly conversation. Most of the classroom was engaged in conversations. Elijah was at his desk, looking towards the classroom entrance, where Melia stood gazing outside. After thinking twice, Elijah decided to stand up and walk towards her. He positioned himself by the side of the brunette, leaning against the door frame. Melia looked at him, and he did the same without saying anything. Elijah was angry with her attitude towards his remarks. "Your anger means nothing to me, not even the hectares my father bought from the Stuffs," he said, emphasizing the last word.