Ellis Stevens Novels & Stories

This was the least I could do. "Mr. Stevens!!!" I waved to get his attention from afar. He quickly waved back with a welcoming smile. He pulled me, into a warm hug. "Looking pretty as always." He said catching his breath as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. I felt bad for him. He was twice my age or even more; he still worked tirelessly. "Oh, Mr. Steven's.." I chuckled. "Have you by any chance seen Elliot?" "He was just right behind me.." Elliot'/ father replied. That's when I saw Elliot come into view... he seemed occupied.

"Don't you even dare to speak rubbish about him or else I will kill you... What do you think of yourself..?? That you can do whatever you want.. you're saying him jerk but you don't know that you're the biggest jerk... And what do you know about him.. huh..?? Tell me.. you don't know even a bit about him, you don't know The Steve Ellison.. the person whom you think is a cold hearted, devil, beast is actually an angel for the person who are not wrong, not bad, who doesn't get justice.. yeah he is a cold hearted, rude, arrogant beast but he is way more better than you who doesn't even know how to respect girl.. and what I'm doing you're not even worthy enough to be compared with him..

Blood rushed to my cock when her tongue brushed mine. Letting out a groan, I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers. It took a few seconds for my mind to start working again. We were talking about Stevens. “Steven was hired when Elias was still recovering. His main priority was to run errands for Elias.” I hesitated. “He asked to do more because he needed the money, so we hired him as our driver.” “Oh.” Smiling, I pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips and took a step back. “I’ll see you later, baby girl.”

“She is just like what I was the first time I came here. Stop. She doesn’t know what is happening to her and it's supposed to be like this.” “Damn right. Now, you… you are the only sane person here. What is happening?” Ellis explained what was happening, the history, and the like. “Right. This is not going to work for me. I am not interested in romantic or sexual relationships.” Ellis smiled. “I understand. It’s all up to you. Mind you, they can be persuasive. I was a civil-rights lawyer before I came here.” She raised her brow. “Oh, wow. You’re the person I should be talking to then!” Cristine exclaimed.

His tone was open, inviting, the consummate professional. I took a breath, steeling myself. This was it. “I’m here regarding a former patient of yours. A young man named Adrian Gabriel Raines.” The shift was instantaneous, subtle but undeniable. Dr. Ellis’s smile faltered, a flicker of something unreadable – recognition? Regret? – crossing his features. His posture stiffened, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly on the armrest of his chair. He didn’t quite tense, but the air around him did, growing still, expectant. The professional mask had slipped, just for a moment.

She said and Isabella pushed a painful lump down her throat as she turned to Stevens. “Did you—“ “I got it” He brought the radio to his lips as he charged with haste through the doors. “Dispatch, this is Sheriff Stevens” Were the last words that came from his lips and by everyone’s guess, he was going to tail in that very direction. Isabella was hesitant, letting her gaze fall on Patricia. “Is there anything else?” She softly asked. “I didn’t want to do it, i swear. She had me at a very confusing time in my life” Isa was done hearing her and her nails dug into the table between them. Fuming, she shut her eyes.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

"Oh, hey there folks!" It was Bob Stevens, our neighbor. He's an older gentleman, about 50 years of age. He's also rather large, looming at around 6'-3" and carrying a thick frame. He was probably close to 230 pounds, not all muscle, but definitely in good shape for a man of his age. He was friendly, seemingly harmless, and ten years widowed. His wife had died from a rare illness, which was - in our short time knowing him - something that was clearly hard for him to talk about. He lived alone in the house next door, and we had struck up a good neighborly friendship with him since we had moved in.

Celine turned and walked away without looking back. Steven couldn't get into the office building, so he could only wait downstairs. Trevor deliberately had his driver pick up Ellie from the side parking garage entrance. While they were upstairs, he casually mentioned something to Celine. "Steven's been asking around about available units in your building. Looks like he wants to be your neighbor." Ellie blinked. Despite her young age, she still remembered that name. She looked at Celine in confusion. "Mommy, is that Daddy?"

“Okay, I've got good news and bad news. The good news is I know who the man is now.” Isaidh turned the screen of his laptop towards us and sure enough, the chauffeur was there, smiling. He wore a military uniform and his hair was much shorter, but it was him. “Eli Wildboer,” Isaiah said. “Former Army sergeant, deployed to Iraq, Iran and Pakistan, let go by the army because of his tendencies to violence. He killed forty civilians in a city,” he finished. “After Eli was retired, he struggled to find jobs and managed to get a boxing coach license. Then he worked for two years, before he disappeared again, and has been presumed dead ever since.”