Elijah Price Mr Glass Novels & Stories

The one his mother assured him was sweet enough to charm anyone and from the look of things, it was working. 'Yet I'm the one who walks around like I can take it in the fucking back, was what Elijah thought before he brought out his wallet. Anyone would pick cash over a grinning creepy doll. "Okay," the cop muttered. Elijah froze, snapping his head at the cop. If he thought his face was pink earlier, now it was completely red. He glanced between William and the cop, cursing under this breath when he saw his money wasn't needed. Another win for William.

"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.

Aria Hours passed by, and I was still seated behind the desk, flipping the files page by page. All I needed to do was review again and include the points I had missed earlier. It sounded simple, but my mind was already slowing down. The words had begun to blur, so I had to pause and clean my eyeglasses and sometimes swipe my eyes with the back of my palm. My phone screen brightened, and a chime sounded. It was a message from Eloise.

“It’s very pretty. I like it.” “Noted,” Elijah replied with a smile before turning to the salesperson. Without so much as hesitating, he pointed to the most expensive phone in the case—a brand new top-of-the-line model in a sleek rose gold color. “We’ll take this model, and can we add the pink case?” I blinked at him, startled not only by the price tag but by his quick decision. “Elijah, that’s too much. I don’t need—” He cut me off with a look. “Agnes, let me do this. Please.”

"Mr. Moore, as far as I know, JewelMed's debt is already as high as 1 billion dollars. If you lend money now, aren't you afraid it will all go to waste?" Isaac shook his head. "That's my business. It has nothing to do with you." Dominic smiled and echoed Elijah's earlier words. "Mr. Grant getting anxious? If you don't have money, why are you here?" Elijah snorted and fell silent, turning his focus to strategy. The price had reached 1.05 billion dollars. At this level, the host fell quiet, allowing time for consideration. After a long pause, Elijah spoke calmly. "1.1 billion dollars."

"How did he take it?" "He gave me the glass without hesitation," I said. "He's been taking it because it comes from someone he trusts completely." The words were harder to say than I expected them to be. I said them anyway. "And James's blood results show a healthy child. Clean panel, nothing physical. Whatever is affecting him is magical in origin." The room was very quiet. "Something being administered to him regularly," Roy said. "Something his system accepts rather than fights." "Yes." Elijah was already reaching for his kit, the case that lived under his chair in the study the way professional equipment lived close to the people who needed it reliably. He produced a small testing instru

And Congratulations Joel" Esther told her and pulled her into a hug. "T-thank you m'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." And everyone started grinning and smiling. "Well that's nothing compared between the two of our packs. We've saved up 265 million for collage funds and such in our pack alone."

Helma chuckled when she noticed that Elijah seemed shaken. "If you're still worried about anything, just say it." Elijah scratched his head sheepishly, "If I take you there, what do I get?" "You name your price," Helma said decisively. No matter what Elijah proposed, she would agree as long as she could fulfill it. Ethan was a serious problem for her. As long as he was dealt with, anything would be worth it. Elijah carefully stretched out his hand. "Five million?"

"You look different. Your body and face are... different." Before I could answer, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the room. Everyone turned to look at Elijah, whose hand was bleeding from where he’d crushed the glass in his grip

Castiel’s P.O.V Elijah stood still for a moment, his gaze cold and calculating. Then, without a word, he took a single step forward. As he moved, a crackling energy surged around him, an electric current that sent sparks flying from his body and into the sand. The particles sizzled and burned, and before I could even blink, shards of glass-like material began to form, shimmering in the air, as smoke curled up from the scorched earth. The sight was overwhelming, and the intensity of the power radiating from Elijah hit me like a wave.