Eltingville Club Ending Novels & Stories

She has her love. So, to all of you who stuck with me: this ending is yours too. 💍🌹 With love, MOONCHILD. WAIT!👀 Okay, admit it — how many of you thought I’d leave Eloise in chaos forever? 👀 Don’t lie, I saw you all threatening me in the comments, crying, yelling, DM’ing for spoilers (yes, I see you impatient ones 🤭). But guess what? She WON. She’s free. She’s loved. She’s happier than ever.

A clang filled the room as Clara dropped her coffee mug in the sink. "Like I said I am here to help. We need to stop Elaine in case she has more pictures in line." "Hhhoww are we going to stop herrr?" I stuttered. "Jonah calm down, like I said I am here to help you." Clara reassured me, taking my hand in hers. "Elaine is currently on vacation, probably with the money she made from selling tabloids." Clara told us. "Where is she currently?" Elliot asked, his jaw clenched. "Well pack up, we are going to the Maldives." Clara said. Elliot and I looked at each other in surprise.

What if Valerie cancels the wedding because of that? "You always go to the club, don't you?" Elora asked. "Club One-fifty to be precise." "I..." "He does," Ariel answered. "But he hasn't been here in the last few weeks." Valerie furrowed her brows. Could that be the reason his face and that of Leonard were familiar to her when she first saw them? Arden groaned. He wasn't planning to answer Elora directly, so Valerie didn't pick up on it. "I do," he mumbled. "But just like Ariel said, it's been so long."

"When we cleaned up the scene, the only thing we found was a burned shoe. "It was Mrs. Greco's."

He didn’t have any family problems; he should’ve been back at Caveat City! Did he come back for her? Were they a couple? She called him a friend, but were they really? Immediately, I put a tight leash on that train of thought. Now was not the time. “Adam and I were at the same club and we saw you dancing with Kellin,” Elara said, her expression suddenly turning serious. “We weren’t going to bother you, but then we realized something was wrong. You looked pretty drunk, draped all over him and barely moving your feet. We thought you had a bit too much.”

A hand closed the door and hung a 'do not disturb, writing in progress' sign over the doorknob. The movie ended. "Wow, she never fails to impress!" said Ellie. She was still playing with my cock, but I had cum long ago as had she. Indeed, and as you said, yet another side to our naughty neighbour." I corrected myself. "Neighbours." "Shit, so that was the last of her videos, wasn't it?" Ellie asked, now seeming disappointed that the unwatched Ann videos had dried up. I did a few searches of a few sites and found repeats of what we had already watched, bit that appeared to be the end of her set. "Unfortunately, so Hunny." I pulled my fingers to my mouth to taste Ellies pussy juices.

Eliza was amazed at how Benjamin was able to pay such a high price with no regrets or concerns. “Sir... ma’am... we will be closing now.” the bartender explained with a serious face. Both of them did not realize that it had been hours since they first entered the club. It was late into the night and they had to return home. They got out from their chairs slowly, laughing and hiccupping all the way. Once they got out from the var, they were met with the gorgeous night scene of the city. The lights of the city were a little less than usual since people began to go to bed. The streets were not as busy as well.

I leaned closer to listen to her. “Mother is all ears dear.” “I feel still guilty for him.” She muttered under her broken voice. I was perplexed at what she was saying. “Who?.” “Today made it two years—I lost him.” Ellen’s voice cracked as she sagged into my arms, crying profusely. There it dawned on me who she was talking about—Elias Rendrel. She had held that guilt about not being able to make peace with him or see him one last time before his death.

I told him, because jokes are always nicer than tears. Nicos waited at the doors. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. As far as I was concerned, he was a portrait that had decided to walk out of its frame. He watched Elky, and Elky watched the floor near Nicos’s shoes like maybe it had a say in our destiny. The elders kept breathing, but that was about it. Nicos spoke without raising his voice, but the room rippled anyway. “We’re finished here,” he told them. He turned to Elky last. Maybe he saved it for dessert. Maybe he knew the last line is the only one people remember.

“For not letting me quit.” Destiny rolled her eyes, but her voice was soft. “Please. Quitting wasn’t an option. I’d have tracked you down.” They laughed, and Elma felt something in her chest loosen. The tension she’d carried for months was finally, finally letting go. The TV credits started rolling. Neither of them hit play. --- *9:47 PM | Elma’s Apartment, Kitchen Table* The apartment was quiet. The kind of quiet that didn’t feel like waiting anymore.