Elliott Glee Novels & Stories

Belen had cooked a tomato-based stew, and it worked well with Graham’s plans. Elliott was seated beside Graham. He pretended to sip on the soup for a while, but when Elise and the others weren’t looking, he quickly spilled it over Graham. He didn’t just throw it over Graham’s shirt, no, he poured it over his head! “Daddy! I’m sorry, I spilled soup all over you!” Elliott said. “Oh, no!” Eden turned to Elise, saying, “Mommy, Daddy needs to take a bath!” “Oh, my god! Elliott!” Elise jerked up from her seat.

"Dad," Elliot gasped as he immediately got up from the bed where he was asleep with Avery. He grabbed the sheets to cover his nakedness. "Congratulations to you, you have lost the position of the CEO along with the inheritance!" Mr Kord barked in the background. "W-what? D-dad!" he screamed but Mr Kord disconnected the line. Tossing his phone aside, Elliot rushed into the shower and was out of it in two minutes. He gathered his trousers and shirts and put them on quickly.

Shouldn't my younger sister be home by now? With this thought in mind, he quickened his pace. Just as he walked out of the gate, he heard someone calling out to him. "Mr. Baldwin, I am Elliott from Guzman Garment, you should know me, right?" Elliott finally spotted the target person, and just as he was about to rush towards them, he was forcefully stopped by two security guards.

he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he sits down in the chair opposite me, picking up his tablet again. I wipe the tears from my eyes, still chuckling as a thought strikes me. Straightening in my seat, I flutter my lashes dramatically and lean forward. “What if it’s you?” I ask in a sing-song voice, my lips curving into a flirtatious grin. “What if you’re the one I’m in love with?” Elliott freezes, his eyes going wide with horror for a split second before he shivers in exaggerated revulsion. “Don’t even joke about that,” he says, pointing a finger at me accusingly. “I swear, if you even picture our names in the same romance circle, I’d rather date a… I don’t know, a dildo.

Elliot reaches his hand out to me, and I happily accept, pulling myself up in his grip. As we approached the dining hall, Elliot wrapped a possessive arm around me. The heat from his hand gripping my waist spread warmth through my entire body. He tensed for a moment, stopping just before entering, “Are you okay?” My voice came out as a breathy whisper. Elliot cleared his throat, “Yeah. Sorry,” he blinked a few times, but I narrowed my eyes, “Liar.” Gwen appeared before us looking exceptionally done up for someone who should have been baking all day, “Welcome,” she smiled, her chocolate eyes staring straight at Elliot, “Looking handsome as always, El.”

I turned immediately. Elliott stepped inside wearing another outfit that looked as though several different closets had lost a fight. A white sleeveless shirt sat beneath a black blazer, paired with white knee-length shorts and black-and-white sneakers. It was astonishing that a man who had the face of a magazine model consistently dressed like he was participating in a personal dare. His grin widened when he saw me standing there. “You look magnificent.” He spread both arms as he walked toward me as though expecting some dramatic reunion, but I merely watched him approach.

I closed my eyes for a second before taking a deep breath as I settled beside Kai and Lila beside Elliot. I didn’t like this. “I just wanted to say sorry for the silly mute joke from earlier.” Elliot said as he chuckled awkwardly before scratching the back of his head. Lila blushed as she smiled weakly. “It’s okay.” Adrian leaned in beside her. “Don’t worry, Elliot screws up half of the things he says. Especially around pretty girls.” “For fuck sake Adrian.” Elliot muttered, taking a piece of pea from his plate and throwing it at Adrian who smiled.

He said as he finished gargling. Constance felt tears cloud her eyes and she suddenly got herself and why she was even in the room."Mr. Elliott! I may be shameless but there's one thing I'm not, I am not a fool. You told me that I will be grilling ribs for you." She sputtered out. Elliott massaged his forehead and grimaced.

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.

Belen had cooked a tomato-based stew, and it worked well with Graham’s plans. Elliott was seated beside Graham. He pretended to sip on the soup for a while, but when Elise and the others weren’t looking, he quickly spilled it over Graham. He didn’t just throw it over Graham’s shirt, no, he poured it over his head! “Daddy! I’m sorry, I spilled soup all over you!” Elliott said. “Oh, no!” Eden turned to Elise, saying, “Mommy, Daddy needs to take a bath!” “Oh, my god! Elliott!” Elise jerked up from her seat.