Elite Si Novels & Stories

he apologized with a tight-lipped smile. “I'll only accept your apology if you tell me the model of your car.” “Alright.” He chuckled lightly. “This is a 2016 Chevrolet Malibu.” Emily nodded, mouth shaped into an 'o'. “So now that I've told you, what are you going to do with that information?” Martin asked. “Keep it.” “Are you kidding me?” His grimace produced a chuckle from Emily. “Is this new?” She later asked.

I couldn't do a thing like that to him. I exhaled a jagged breath the moment the message sent, instantly switching the tablet over to the live tracking feed Elias had set up for Silas’s vehicle. The little blue dot representing his armored SUV was moving aggressively through the upper district, tearing down the highway toward Vane Global Headquarters at a speed that looked utterly reckless. If they weren’t careful, they were going to crash.

It was an assessing look, one that made Eli feel like a shiny, useless object that had just rolled into his domain. "Car trouble?" Grayson's voice was a low rumble, like an engine idling. "It… it just died," Eli managed, his own voice sounding thin and reedy in comparison. "About a mile back. A silver Audi." Grayson grunted, a noncommittal sound. He tossed the rag onto a workbench. "Keys." Eli fumbled in his pocket, his fingers suddenly clumsy. He handed them over. Their hands brushed for a fraction of a second. Grayson's were calloused, rough, and warm. The contact sent another strange jolt through Eli.

“You know, don’t you?” Brenda raised a brow. “That you’re not just a helpful employee with a suspiciously perfect grasp of company policies?” Marcus added, “That you’re Elijah Dane Whitaker. CEO. Billionaire. Professional cardboard box stacker.” Eli winced. Brenda’s tone softened. “We’re not mad, Eli. Or—Elijah. Whatever you want us to call you right now.” “Eli’s fine,” he muttered. “Please.” They nodded. The silence stretched.

One of them nudged the other and whispered just loud enough: “Imagine being caught like that and still showing your face here.” Sienna’s grip tightened around her coffee cup, but she forced herself to stay calm, her chest burning with humiliation. And then, as though summoned by the chaos, Elise arrived. She glided into the office not as an employee—because she wasn’t one—but as if she owned the place. Her designer heels clicked against the polished floor, her diamond earrings catching the fluorescent light, each step calculated to remind everyone of her status. Elise was not just Damon’s ex-fiancée; she was the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the country, her fortune old and u

smoothly explained the Alpha as he checked his phone for Aaron’s reply. Thanks, V! And tell Siel I’ll be buying her kids something special in exchange for all the info she can give! Love you both! Siel checked Aaron’s response and sighed. “Why do you Silvercrest men seem to always show your appreciation by buying stuff?” “It comes naturally. I’d even give you my Roadster as a Christmas gift if you want it.” The single mom’s eyes popped open, “WHAT?! WHY?!” “Because I love you and I only need one car. I know you love the Tesla Roadster so much, Elena. So, are you interested?”

The architectural structure of EliteCorp was nothing short of divine. From the outside, it was shaped like a giant seashell standing with its butt in the air. Elena wondered what engineer was behind this queer design. Inside, the walls were pure white and looked as if they were coated with bioluminescence paint because they reflected the white lights so brilliantly Elena hankered to touch them. But she must not. She must be on her best behavior and impress Mr. Liam. She must not 'mess' things up.

“Heavy?” Sherly responded as she nodded her head. “Yes, heavy. Perhaps you see Elisia as good for nothing, but it has nothing to do with me.” She interjected with humility, “Every individual has their own unique strengths, Mr. Lim. It’s just that mine is more visible than Elisia's. Thus, her being only second to me does not mean she’s worthless.”

“That should make you happy.” Elena grinned at this new piece of information. “Oh, so you're dreaming about him?” “This conversation is ending now,” Laura informed her. She smiled, but it was the smile an alligator gave before eating its victim. “Wait, wait, wait... Ethan?” Elena asked. “As in works with Carter at W Motors and has a secretary Ethan?” “Yes,” Laura replied. “So?” “As in Ethan White, co-owner of W Motors and ultra billionaire? That Ethan?” Elena looked like her eyes might pop out of her head.

Contrary to the first, this flaming arrow was closer and burning dangerously amid the drizzling rain. I am not going to stand here and watch some random individual send me to the grave. Ejima gnashed her teeth. She drew her sling and dropped a stone on them. As if the force of the universe was with her, lightning flared, and just at the far side, next to the blazing arrow, she saw a dark silhouette figure, standing like some solid object. The apparition did not last, it was gone immediately as the light of the lightning went away.