Elliott Glee Novels & Stories

Mitch said, as he stood and shook his legs out. "So she can have a good time but don't expect a long term relationship." "Exactly," Mitch said. "Thanks, I really appreciate it," Elliott shook his hand. "Welcome." Elliott headed home; a Christmas tree hanging out the back of the tailgate of his red pickup truck. ****

Trey asked. “A joke?” Dare asked. One dark eyebrow lifted over a piercing green eye. “This is Brian,” Trey said. “I’d know his playing anywhere.” “It’s not Brian. Some guy named Elliot.” Dare tapped on the empty CD case. It had a plain white insert with the name Elliot scrawled across it in black marker. “El-li-ot,” Logan, Exodus End’s golden-haired bassist, said in a perfect impression of E.T. “Phone hooooome,” their drummer, Steve, added.

“I’m Elliott. We met at Liam’s birthday party last spring.” “Ah, right.” I suppressed a flinch at the sound of Liam’s name. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since the charity ball, but Jules—ever tuned in to the gossip—informed me he’d gotten fired and had moved back to his parents’ house in Virginia. I couldn’t say I felt sorry for him. “Nice to see you again.” “You, too.” Elliott ran an awkward hand through his hair. “Hey, sorry about what happened with Liam. We haven’t kept in touch since we graduated, but I heard about your breakup and, uh…what happened. He was a real jerk.”

“The dancing… It pays the tuition. Mom left me nothing but bills when she died. Dad’s in prison for fraud. Scholarships only cover so much. I started small private parties, then Inferno. It’s just a job.” Lila’s expression softened, but only a fraction. “And the guy? The one who dragged you out like you were his property?” I hesitated. Telling her about Elliott meant crossing a line I couldn’t cross. But lying to Lila felt worse. “He’s… my professor. Dr. Elliott.” Her jaw dropped. “Your ethics professor? The one you blush every time he calls your name? Jesus, Noah.” Heat flooded my face. “It’s complicated.”

Glass in hand, he lowered himself into the chair. "I have to admit, I'm impressed you uncovered all this," Eliott drawled, rolling his glass in his hand. "To be honest, I never took you for a spiritual person. Didn't expect you to buy into all that mumbo-jumbo of shamans and curses. But I guess desperate times do call for desperate measures. He chuckled. "You think I kept the doll?" "Where is it?" I growled through gritted teeth. Eliott lifted the glass to his lips. "Oh, Zephyrus," he sighed, then took a slow, loud sip. "I hate to break your heart. Truly."

“Is that all of them? Can Summer finally be happy knowing all of her family have found love?” “Nearly. There is one last member of Summer’s family that hasn’t found his mate.” I can see her thinking. “Elliott.” I nodded. He went to live in the human world. He goes home frequently. But otherwise he focuses on his future career. One that, just like his grandma’s, helping others. “You never mentioned who Elliott’s mate is.” She says to me “His mate has sadly died. I know who I want as his second chance mate. But I need to speak to her first.”

He only had to wait for one ring for a curt, "What?" "'Bout time you answered, Danny,” Elliott joked dryly. “What are you doing, watching porn with your dick in your hand?" A wry laugh came through the phone. "I'm not you, Elliott." "Your only flaw," Elliott replied with a smirk. His eyes darted up at the greying light on the street, thanks to high-rise buildings blocking the waning sun. His wolf loved it, and so did he. “And I don’t need porn when I’ve got real live women,” he added to piss off Danny.

Puzzled, I looked around and caught a few other narrowed eyes before I grabbed my books and headed in that direction. I wasn’t quite prepared for what I saw. Standing outside of Mrs. Neely’s classroom, Elliott was doing some sort of dance (if you want to call it that) while playing our school fight song on his phone. As each kid passed him in the hallway, he stopped long enough to give them a high five or fist bump, and then continued with his Pee Wee Herman-esque routine. The kids were cheering him on, and something told me even if the principal came by, he wouldn’t mind at all, even if it was a total disruption.

m, Elliott retired back into his room as he usually does since Zoey's disappearance and played along with Veronica's act. As Elliott walked in, he could already smell flowers and nicely scented perfume in the air. He acted as though he didn't notice the changes in the room and went straight past Veronica and into the closet. He picked out clothes and went into the bathroom. After a nice, refreshing bath, he got out and went back into the room. He lay on his side of the bed, pretending to be in a deep sleep. Veronica got closer to Elliott and held him close at his waist. “You are mine,” she whispered, and placed a kiss on his shoulder.

Elliott clutched onto his ankles while panting heavily “You are so lucky right now” he added pouring a bottle of water over his head “Why aren’t you on the field with us? You are still on the team” Caleb said “Looks like I am getting the silent treatment from coach” I laughed “I would give anything to have that right now,” Elliott said as he collapsed on the seat beside me “Aren’t you going to get your girl at the airport?” I turned to Caleb “He ghosted her” Elliott laughed “That is just fucking crazy” I shook my head at him