Elliot Ludwig Mga Nobela at Kwento

After a while, there was a sigh. “In that case, you should do as he says.” Thump! Hearing this, Elliot's heart trembled violently as he unwillingly probed, asking, “Mr. Ludo, are you afraid to go up against him too?” “With his background, we can’t easily mess with him. Elliot, you’d better be prepared to retreat. This person won’t let you off so easily. Also, don’t contact me again.”

His words made my heart melt. “Wrong. Wrong. You're making a mistake.” Elliot says and walks away. Trevor turned. “Babe, Elliot's gone mad. I don't know what's gotten into him.” I was so scared I could even utter a word. Elliot had grabbed the mic, shutting down the music. The hall went silent. He stood in the middle of the floor, mic in his hands. “Hello, everyone.” Heads turned. “Well. I'd like to say a few things. You all know me, I'm Elliot. Your Ace hockey player.” He chuckled. “First of all, happy birthday to the birthday girl. My beautiful ex.” he looked at the crowd, then, towards me.

Avery's performance was the thirteenth on the program, which would be around an hour after the opening act. Elliot timed his arrival perfectly. He entered the performance hall under the protection of his bodyguard and campus security. Elliot was dressed in a baby blue t-shirt, a casual, white jacket, and a pair of slacks of the same color. He was not in a wheelchair, nor was he using a walking stick. Since his legs were not fully recovered, he was walking at a slow but steady pace. He looked as dashing as a prince straight out of a romantic drama! Elliot caused a stir the moment he entered the hall.

I pushed my way into the room. Elliot sat on the bench of his central stall. His red jersey was pulled down to his waist, leaving his under-armor shirt exposed. Sweat made his dark hair stick to his forehead. Without the blockers dulling his features, his skin had a radiant glow that made it impossible to look away. He looked striking and completely exposed.

such an asshole! "And you, Logan! Trace is already a mess! You know that well! Why do you support his antics?! Do you think that I wouldn't know that you were the one who gave him the baseball bat? And you fucking doing duet with that insane cousin of yours on destroying Mr. Li's car?!" Elliot did another round of his rage of bad-mouthing us. Logan looked at me, and we both just laughed. Our brains are on the same level now; we will let Elliot preach until he gets tired.

June suggested. “That’s if he’d agreed. I think that was probably the most Mister Logan has ever said to anyone in his life,” Crystal giggled. “Yes, he is usually quiet. Mister Logan, just well, unsettles me,” Elyse stated. “He just doesn’t talk much. That doesn’t make him scary in my book. It makes him smart if you ask me,” I shrugged.