Romans & histoires Eliott Demaury

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

"Im feeling a little bit worn out, I need to relax a bit,’ Damien said and got up, he knew Ella would follow after him, he didn't want to make it so obvious, women like her were so easy to deal with. The elevator door opened and Ella was surprised to see Elise coming out of the elevator, she was shocked more seeing the extremely handsome young man by her side. Ella had thought that Damien had been the perfect guy she had seen but the one infront of her was just out of this world, his blue eyes enchanting her heart.

A knock on the door broke them apart. "That will be our meal," Faelon stated firmly as he headed to the door. He wiped his eyes as he proceeded to open the door. A demon disguised as a human man pushed the cart in with two covered silver plates upon it. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket with two wine glasses. His name tag read Felix and his eyes narrowed at Sophia. Faelon knew her bright soul would give demons pause so he observed him carefully. "You may leave it. I can handle the rest," Faelon stated bluntly. The man glanced at him and seeing his stern eyes grew nervous.