Elite Si Novels & Stories

I look deeply into his brown eyes for a few seconds, trying to regain my composure before answering. ''Yeah, what about you? I'm guessing you have a lot of unfinished works and meetings to attend,'' I reply. Elis—he owns a company in New York City. I should've known due to his Lamborghini but at first, being the naive me, I thought Elia helped him. Like, he helped him bought that car because well, he's rich. Then, one day, he answered my unanswered questions. Honestly, if you bump into Elis in the street and just take a few seconds to look at him, you would see him as someone who's casual and good-looking; yet, he doesn't seem cocky or overdressed.

Placing the bottle on the dashboard, she turned to Zach. “It’s going to be just fine” And Zachary’s moist eyes managed to trace out what was written on the bottle he had seen earlier that day. It was the pills, Zeptyn. “It will be just fine” She whispered as she locked the car doors with just one finger against the lock. And then she forced a smile at the corner of her lips. A dangerously cunning one. But Zach— —he shielded a wider one. Because all of this, was all part of the grand plan. His own, grand plan. To free the love of his life, Katharina Elizabeth Stones. To be continued...

His clear eyes were filled with love for Skylar. Elliot really liked this beautiful sister even he didn’t know the reason. He really hoped that Skylar could be his mommy and live with his daddy! As Skylar carried Elliot home, a black Bentley worth ten million dollars was speeding along the street. The man driving the car stared at the front like a wild beast who could be furious at any moment. Kehlani secretly tightened her seat belt. Today, the boss's mood was like an explosive pack, detonating at any moment.

While they speed across the express road, towards the penthouse, Carl was deep in thought; when he laid eyes on the kid, he could only see a younger version of Ciro. He was so pissed at what he was seeing; Carl had believed Elena when she pointed out that a certain Fred was the father of the child but from the striking resemblance of the child with his step brother, it was obvious that she was lying. Stepping foot into the mansion, Carl couldn't help but notice a certain car; it was the G.LK Benz which was a strange thing. The Elites have one principle; regardless of the car you get, it must be black and any color outside black was said to be inferior.

Jeremy didn’t linger after storming out of the boardroom. He bolted for the private garage under Cali Solar, boots hammering the concrete, fury driving every step. His two Italian beasts waited there—prized machines parked like royalty: a Ferrari 812 Superfast, red as spilled blood, and a Lamborghini Aventador, black as midnight.

I smiled' No, my house is two buildings from here. "Let me take you there then", he turned on the car ignition. "No! No it's fine delvin", I quickly chipped in. "C'mon Kelsi Why are you always secretive?" till now neither Rita nor I knows where you live. "Why are you still hiding things from us?" He switched off the car ignition. "No , sso guyseriously iam not hiding anything from you. Your houses is still far and it's late already. It's better I come down here so you can get home on time. I reach out for the car door"

The return to the Thorne Estate after the suffocating glare of the Grand Horizon Pavilion was like stepping into a sensory deprivation chamber. The Maybach glided through the wrought-iron gates without a sound, the tires humming softly against the wet cobblestones before stopping beneath the heavy stone portico. Throughout the entire forty-minute drive from the financial district, Elias hadn’t spoken a word. The dark, possessive adrenaline that had flared on the terrace had been filed away, replaced once more by the unyielding, corporate mask he wore like armor.

Who still carried a scar on her shoulder from the package bomb sent to our Dubai headquarters. James practically lifted Griffin into the back seat before nudging me in after him, his body remaining between us and potential threat lines until the door sealed shut. As we pulled away, I caught the license plate of the black sedan—EC 1. Elias Coleman. The shell company Michael had named after his grandfather, the original family patriarch. His favored vehicle for moving money and handling particularly sensitive tasks.

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√

he replied with a teasing shrug. Celine huffed playfully as they reached Ermanno's black Tesla. He opened the door for her, a chivalrous gesture that made her heart flutter. She slipped into the car, taking in the luxurious interior, her eyes scanning the dashboard with curious wonder. As Ermanno slid into the driver's seat and started the car, Celine felt a rush of excitement, like a child on their way to a sweet shop. They sped through the city streets, the Tesla gliding smoothly over the asphalt as Ermanno weaved in and out of traffic.