Elliott Stardew Novels & Stories

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.

Jody rocked back and forth on his chair, chewing a toothpick. "Ok, I'll try and catch him there. Thanks." Elliott pushed off the desk and got into his four-wheel drive truck. Elliott knew he could drive along the riverbank for quite a while before he'd have to make it on foot. Good thing he dressed for the changing temps today.

Astrid said confidently. “Um, what?” There was no way this beautiful man was our mate. “He’s our mate.” Astrid repeated, sounding even more sure. “Hello,” the deep, god-like voice of the beautiful man interrupted my shock. “My name is Elliott. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’ve been staying with you waiting for you to wake up and I was excited to see you finally open your eyes is all.” He smiled at me and I genuinely thought I would have a heart attack. This man was so. Freaking. Pretty.

“I’m not sure what he’s going to do all day since my mom won’t be home until 5:30 or so, depending upon the line at the liquor store, but I’m sure he’ll figure something out.” He’d just slipped that shot at his mom in there. I couldn’t blame him for it, though. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to notice it or not, so I didn’t go back to it. “Knowing Elliott, he’ll stop at a few truck stops along the way.” We both chuckled because Elliott has always been an eater, but ever since he came back from the dead, he seemed to be eating for two or three people. It was unbelievable. “Speaking of food, are you hungry? Do you want me to fix you some lunch while you take your algebra quiz?”

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.

"Nah, I appreciate it, but your driver's are already here." "If you insist, see ya tomorrow." Elliot waved. He turned and continued walking, raising a hand. Giving a bye sign. He headed to the backyard to search for the bracelet. He couldn't tell them, so he wanted to pick them up. Lark would be like 'buy a new one.' Even before he could explain and then mock him if he saw the butterfly pendant. 'What's up with not having anything to do with girls.' Ed huffed that brat does know how to annoy him.

At noon, she received a phone call from Brielle who wanted to ask her out to chat in the afternoon to pass the time, and Skylar agreed. The Tucker’s mansion. Elliot was exceptionally quiet and obedient today. He didn’t pester his daddy to play ball all morning, nor did he run and jump around randomly. He hid in his room and counted the money. He poured out the money from his little golden piggy bank, and sat down on his little bed, counting the notes one by one. When Elliot thought of Skylar’s simple and crude house, his heart ached! Skylar said she wanted to earn money to buy a house, and it must be very hard for her to do that by herself, so Elliot decided to support her.

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.

Elliot is sprawled on the couch, still munching on his cereal. “Ready to get your ass whooped in car racing?” he smirks.

“Fine. But if he exaggerates anything, I’m not responsible for what happens next.” “Too late,” Elliott said playfully. “I always exaggerate.” The four of them made their way toward Elliott’s cabin, the atmosphere felt more lighter now. When they entered the cabin, Elliott immediately gestured for everyone to sit, already calling for lunch to be brought in. Christian took a seat across from Elara, his gaze occasionally drifting toward her as if he still couldn’t even believe she was sitting there. “So,” Elliott said, leaning back in his chair, “how long are you planning to stay this time?”