Eltingville Club Ending Novels & Stories

After the farce ended, neither Jacob nor Elaine benefited from it at all. All that Elaine wanted was money, but she did not even get anything in the end. Therefore, she could not help but feel a little depressed the entire day. After the family of four returned home from the villa, they started packing up all of their own belongings. Claire also did not forget to call Loreen to inform her that they would be moving into the villa tomorrow. She had asked Loreen to check out of the hotel and move into the villa together with them.

The maid quickly carried out her orders. “Eveline, sit down. Let me take a good look at you.” Eloise approached her with tears in her eyes, reaching out her hand to hold Madeline’s. She wanted to pull Madeline to the sofa. However, before she could warm up her daughter’s hands, Madeline pulled away. Eloise was stunned as she looked at Madeline with a disappointed gaze. “Eveline…” “I’m leaving soon. Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery, you don’t have to entertain me so courteously.”

In the end, Eliza… You know as well as I do what will become of us,’ Ellie answered. And that Eliza does… At this point, it does not matter what they do. The end result for them… would be death. Be it death from William in all his grieving over Jengo’s death, or death from the Nex Pack, who will undoubtedly return at some point to finish the job.

Ellie's voice was barely audible, her breaths becoming shallower with each passing moment. "No, no, it's not too late, honey. You will be fine. Then we can both keep Tiffany and Lucas safe," River insisted. Ellie's lips quivered into a weak smile. She tried to squeeze River's hand, a final gesture of love and reassurance, but her strength was fading fast. "P...promise me," Ellie repeated. "I promise, okay! Tiffany and Lucas will be just fine. But Ellie, you can't just..." But Ellie's strength was gone. Her hand fell limp in River's grasp, her body growing still. River's heart shattered as he felt her warmth slipping away, leaving him alone in his anguish.

Everyone was given a gift and one by one, all the guests began to leave. By the time it was 10:00 p.m., Bridget and Anthony were the only two people that were left in my home. Towards the end of the party, Eliot was talking to Bridget and all I could see was her shaking her head profusely to almost everything that he said. I smiled and I couldn't deny the sense of pride that I felt when Elliot walked back home dejected and sad. There was no way I was going to let him play on my girls' feelings again.

The connection had been severed, freed from Thelia’s manipulative hold, and now he stood as his own wolf once more, unbound to anyone. "This calls for a celebration," Asher suggested. "But Elara and Caleb are still missing. Who knows what they might be planning?" Olivia said. "They will be dealt with in time, but we can have a small celebration after all." "Alright, you have any ideas ?" "How about going to a club ?" Olivia tilted her head, surprised by Asher’s suggestion. "A club? You mean the loud, crowded kind where everyone’s packed together like sardines and there’s music blaring?"

Elias sits on the couch reading one message after another, tears blurring the screen. “I didn’t realize how many people were waiting for someone else to go first,” he murmurs. Alexander sits beside him, presses his forehead to Elias’s temple. “Neither did I.” The club remains silent publicly. No statements. No leaks. No whispers. That, more than anything, feels like a verdict. Late in the afternoon, Vincent comes by. He doesn’t bring news. He brings coffee and quiet presence, sets the cups down like an offering. “They’re grateful,” he says simply.

“Because she doesn’t get to rewrite our story again.” The words landed like a vow. Vivienne leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her instinctively. They stayed like that longer than they should have. ⸻ The call came just before midnight. Vivienne stood frozen in the center of her penthouse, phone pressed to her ear, listening as Elise spoke through tears. “They’re terminating my contract,” Elise said. “Effective immediately. Security walked me out.” Vivienne’s breath left her in a rush.

I take a half-step forward before catching myself. Tears stream down Elowen’s dark cheeks as she looks up at the ceiling, speaking to the empty air in a heartbreak-shattered voice. "Did you see that, Mom?" she cries out, her voice echoing in the dead silence of the hall. "They don't feel any sorrow at all hearing news of your passing! All they feel is disgust and repulsion at me for crashing their elite party! So much for the powerful Hartwell family!" Marlowe, realizing how monstrous the scene looks to the press and the elders, quickly drops to her knees and reaches out to pull Elowen up. "Elowen, please don't make any more trouble! Let's go. I'll take you home..."

he rested his elbows on the railing and drank his whiskey. "Does he?" Hazel wasn't convinced. Dennis shrugged, "Well ... maybe not as much as he used to, after Eli's death ..." he surprised himself and looked at Hazel, "You know about Eli, don't you?" "I heard about it ... Marlon never really talked about it though." "Hmm ... yeah ... they were really close, I'm surprised he can still function the way he is now after that tragedy." They both leaned on the railings looking down at the cheering crowd around the beer bong contest. It was Marlon's turn.