Elvis Presley Older Novels & Stories

It looked brand new, but I knew it would never be the same dress it once was. Inside the dress box was also a card. "Miranda, I'll wait for you forever." Elvis was beside me and saw the card too. He smiled confidently and planted a big kiss on my cheek. "He'll never get that chance!" he said happily. That night, both the dress and the card disappeared. I knew Elvis had thrown them away, but I didn't try to stop him. … In the second year of my marriage to Elvis, I gave birth to our little angel of a daughter. Not long after our daughter was born, Caesar sent over a bunch of expensive gifts.

“Have you met that old man yet?” Summer figured the old lady must be talking about Gordon, and so she nodded. But the old lady surprised her next with an awkward question. “Between me and that old man—who looks younger?” Summer looked at the old lady for a while and then hemmed. “Grandpa looks a tad younger.” She was speaking the truth. Gordon’s hair was darker, which made him look younger. But overall appearance wise, they were more or less the same age. “He always secretly dyes his hair. In fact, he is three years younger than me. You have got a keen eye, Mrs. Valentine,” the old lady said.

Now that they have announced their wedding, many people would want to ruin it. He received a call from the old Mr. Presley. He asked about Elizabeth. He told him about the improvement and he was happy. The old Mr. Presley truly cares about Elizabeth. Even Though he's too old to be here all the time, he would always call Richard to check up on her. He has been conducting a lot of prayers in the Presley mansion for the last three weeks for the recovery of Elizabeth. Richard didn't tell him about the cardiac arrest that nearly took Elizabeth's life two weeks ago. He doesn't want the old man to worry too much.

His lyrics resonated deeply with those who listened, capturing the complexities of human emotions in his soulful melodies. Despite the years that had passed, the bond between the families remained as strong as ever. Christiana and Tiger, now in their early sixties, had gracefully stepped into the roles of mentors and pillars of wisdom for their children. Helen and Simon, in their fifties, reveled in the pride of watching their son blossom into an accomplished artist. Lucy and Abraham, both in their late fifties, found solace in the joy their son brought into their lives.

With the help of the police, Esme finished recording her public apology. "Eliza, that b*tch!" Coming out of the police station, Presley complained while walking, "If I knew that Mr. Valentine was such a young and handsome man, I wouldn't have forced Eliza to get married." "We just lost a ten-karat diamond ring! Just thinking about it infuriates me!" "That should've belonged to you, Esme!" "It's okay, mom." Esme narrowed her eyes and looked ahead. "I can just snatch everything away from Eliza. It's no big deal."

Elvis was the only child of his parents. He lost his mother when he was a baby, and his father refused to remarry. He practically grew up with Clinton’s siblings and they were the only family he had. Sebastian wrapped his hand around Elvis shoulder and said. “You are one of us. We are the same and have no differences.” “Elvis, I am glad you brought everyone. You are so sweet,” Avery smiled. “I have to bring them over to celebrate. I hope you prepared something nice,” Elvis said and rolled his long sleeve and went to the kitchen.

This was a curve ball he certainly hadn't expected. For the first time, Elias began to think about Mrs. Mark in a very different way. He had never really noticed before but she was really just an older version of Selena. She had gotten pregnant with Selena just after her 16th birthday, so that meant she was only 34 years old right now.

“You don’t look old. When I first met you, I thought you were in your early 30s.” Kennedy really didn’t look old. He was in his 40s, but he wasn’t balding or had a big belly, or even looked out of shape like other men his age. He, Erwin, and Strix were the men who became more dashing as they grew older, like red wine, getting better with age.

Elvis grinned like an old man who had just Ben given his grandchild upon hearing this. “May I ask, what was Amara like when she was younger?” He finished his earlier goal. Elvis’s eyes brightened up after being asked this question and Amara knew, he was about to tell her entire history to Elijah. “I love that question,” He began, taking a sip from his wine and then, proceeded to answer.

“I really need you to, please.” “Okay,” he took a deep breath. “Some of this I haven’t told another soul. I’ve kept this as my secret, Presley. You have to understand first where I’m coming from. I’m seven years older than you. You’re the younger sister of my childhood best friend. Regardless of who he is today, he was my best friend, and guys don’t fuck around with their best friend’s little sister. Then there was the entire thing with your father being a far better mentor to me than my own father ever was while I was in university and learning how to be a man.” Presley twisted her lips as she faced the water unable to look at him.