Elijah Price Mr Glass Novels & Stories

"Please give it to me." Roselle who had frozen the instant the butler had yelled out – as it was so unlike him – slowly removed the wine glass from her lips. Elijah immediately took it from her hand, releasing that pent up breath as he berated himself for not taking the wine away as soon as he heard that the Prince would not be coming.

Everything in it. She looked at Zoya. “You hate this family. You abandoned my grandson. You hurt him. You hurt Liyana. I don’t want your help.” “I’m not leaving you on the bathroom floor,” Zoya said quietly. She kept looking. Found it. The small prescription bottle near the bottom. She shook one out. Filled a glass from the tap. Held it out. Eleanor looked at it. She took it. Zoya turned the tap back on. Wet a paper towel. Cold. Pressed it gently to the back of Eleanor’s neck without asking permission.

, he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Really?” Elijah looks to the side, I look at the table. “Yeah, maybe. I don’t know. We don’t have to”, he murmurs with bashfulness lacing his voice. “No uhm, we could do that. It sounds cool”, I mumble. Elijah looks back at me, smiles and takes his glasses off. My stomach does a little tingle. His eyes look really pretty today. No. I avert my gaze to my breakfast. Do not start with that shit.

When they were far from the other’s ears, Madam Jewel hesitated for a moment and then asked Elijah, saying softly, “How much will it cost to drop the charges against Elmer? Name your price.” At first, Elijah felt insulted and annoyed, but then a fat smile immediately appeared on his lips as a thought crossed his mind and he let out calmly, “Give me the real will of Mr. Hayes, and Elmer walks free.”

The one who had always held that spot was right there beside him. "Good evening, everyone," Avery began, her face beaming with happiness. "Thanks for coming to celebrate with us. I'm thrilled to announce that JPGilbert Chase & Co, and Elliot Elijah Empire are merging and becoming one. Let's all toast to a long-term partnership!" she said, raising her glass. As she looked through the crowd, her gaze landed on me, and she flashed a sly smirk before looking away. I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't.

I heard Elijah's anxious voice but just nodded at him. "Drink this" He pressed something like a glass against my lips and made me drink it. Fuck! It's so nasty... My eyes squinted in distaste as I jerked the glass away, not wanting to finish it and turned my head to the other side. "What was that?" Elijah sighed and caressed my head slightly. "A remedy to make you feel better" I didn't say anything to him and pushed myself to think of the dream I just watched which is still fresh in my mind and soul.

I know some may have thought that the heir was a guy while some already knew that I’m a woman. I roamed my eyes around to search for that familiar feeling to my dismay, there was none. He’s gone. "Your presence is enough for me to be grateful.” I paused, weirded out by how they look at me but I decided not to mind them anyway. "I am Elijiah. CEO of Bachs and the future of this Empire. " I added as I slowly removed my mask by untying the ribbon and slowly removing the mask away from my face. I slowly smiled, remembering how I was always taught to smile despite not liking it.

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.

It belongs to Elijah. He appeared at the bottom step .He was not wearing any shirt . His skin is still wet from the gym. His black hair grew is also wet .His jeans hung low, showing the sharp V of muscle that disappeared under the waistband. He looked at me. I mean he really looked at me, his eyes were not the usual dark blue color it was dark and hungry. It was feel will desire. His look was enough to make me feel a certain sensation down my core .

Her voice alone made me feel physically ill. "Alright… I'm sorry…" I stammered weakly, tears streaming down my face. "I had this coming. Please... just let me go…" My pleading seemed to amuse them even more. They burst into laughter while taking in my miserable state. "That's it? She's already begging for mercy. Weren't you claiming to be Mrs. Ziegler just now? Is this all it takes to break you?" "Celine did the right thing. Didn't she start out so defiant? Now look at her. She has completely given in!"